( video | un: jaguar )

[scarcastically]

Y'know, going up in space, visiting other worlds is supposed to blow your damn mind. The idea's that you're exposed to stuff so unreal, so beyond believin' that it's alien to you.

So why exactly are we celebratin' Christmas in space? Feels kinda weird, to be honest. But I guess capitalism and commercialism is a universal concept.

Still, though. Kinda gets me thinkin'. How do you celebrate your holidays where you're from? Don't tell me about Christmas though. We all know about Christmas.

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[wingedman]

You're the one talking about old sci-fi, not me.

[...not that Sam had an early crush on Nichelle Nichols or anything. (He totally did.)]

Anyway, I've been on the run for two years. Lots of shitty cable movies in languages I don't even speak.

[scarcastically]

Sounds rough.

[ oh no,,, so bad,,, ]

[wingedman]

I mean, I got to sleep on beds most of the time. Coulda been worse.

[Yeah, yeah, he fuckin knows ok.]

[scarcastically]

Thank god Captain America was there to save the day.

[ oh, he's having fun. ]

[wingedman]

[oh no u didn't]

Only time a white man's ever broken a black guy outta jail.

[scarcastically]

Yeah 'cuz it's a black man who follows his lead. Good publicity.

[wingedman]

[Sam is sorely tempted to flip Erik the bird and quit this conversation, but that would mean automatically losing the fight.]

Think I haven't heard that before? [Among other, less palatable things.] If I'd signed the goddamn Accords, they woulda put me on a registry of 'super-powered individuals' and taken all my biometric data. I wouldn't have been allowed to travel anywhere without the government's say-so. I'm not stupid enough to sign over my freedom.

[scarcastically]

[ erik makes a show of holding his hands up, flippant. ]

'Course. Can't trust the government with that shit.