I say again, oh *flist*.

Oh, oh, flist.

If I end up writing a fic where John survives the jumper crash in Before I Sleep, only to become an Ancient human pet, then to be neutered by a glowy wand and to discover that the expedition's tiny beds actually EXPAND MASSIVELY with the touch of a button and that his ATA gene is the result of some really disturbing semi-bestiality on the part of his Ancient forefathers and that they've been EATING LUNCH in the Ancient Place of Coitus, right off the Rutting Platforms...

I'm just saying, it'd be your own damn fault.