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Action Figure Theatre: the there will be no sff tonight edition.
When one receives a Sam Anders action figure, one is naturally inclined to abuse him...
"Uh. Hello..."
"Hiiii."
"Sam Carter. And for some reason, I want to kiss you."
"Ladies, this is very flattering, but I'm marriedeven if she's dead, and Tory's my only grief-frak."

"Hands off my women, bitch."
"Hey! I'm trying not to--sorry, was that a breast?"
"Awww."
"C'mon, Replicarter, he's got nice arms."
"I'll, um, this is my gun. Really."
"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Anders."
"...help."

Sadly, for Sam, there is no Kara figure yet. And my Liz Weir figure, who might be inclined to save him, has not arrived (Daniel and Vala are off having kinky sex, apparently)
Mmm. Vala/Anders.
Ahem.
Also. I felt the need to photograph the porn I wrote at work, so you guys can see what I mean when I complain...

"Uh. Hello..."
"Hiiii."
"Sam Carter. And for some reason, I want to kiss you."
"Ladies, this is very flattering, but I'm married

"Hands off my women, bitch."
"Hey! I'm trying not to--sorry, was that a breast?"
"Awww."
"C'mon, Replicarter, he's got nice arms."
"I'll, um, this is my gun. Really."
"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Anders."
"...help."

Sadly, for Sam, there is no Kara figure yet. And my Liz Weir figure, who might be inclined to save him, has not arrived (Daniel and Vala are off having kinky sex, apparently)
Mmm. Vala/Anders.
Ahem.
Also. I felt the need to photograph the porn I wrote at work, so you guys can see what I mean when I complain...
