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Written by Nic Dressel
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Friday, 26 September 2008 04:58 |
 Interesting episode this week, eh chaps? For me, this felt like a filler episode. It didn't advance too many stories lines. It was good and all but let's get to the meaty juicy bits. I'm an impatient man, it seems. I did enjoy it though. Fringe too, like a few other things, is like pizza, even when it's not great, it's still pizza. So let's carve it into eighths and take a bite.
Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sketched
A troubled boy, who we later find out is named Roy, goes to a priest to make a confession. He actually has done nothing worth confessing about, but he is seeing things and he desperately wants it to stop. The priest presses him for further information and Roy runs for it, leaving behind a chilling sketch of his vision, the contents of which, I'll reveal in a later paragraph. That's called hooking the reader!
"Scott"ish Funeral
The Funeral for Agent Scott celebrates him as a hero, much to the dismay of jilted girlfriend Agent Dunham. Her friend Agent Francis succeeds in making her feel better by telling her that Agent Scott told him he loved him too. Is a funeral any place for gay jokes Francis? Also, why was Scott's Mom giving Dunham the stink-eye all the way through the burial? Questions Questions. |
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Written by Nic Dressel
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Thursday, 18 September 2008 04:54 |
 I hope everyone else enjoyed this second episode as much as I did. This is shaping up to be every bit the great series I hoped it would be. If nothing else it gives me something to research and fawn over until season 5 of Lost premiers. Of course, no matter what the mystery of the week, we viewers know where the real danger lies. The characters might be crushed at any moment by those Giant Floating Silver Block Letters! Oh no! Let's dig in, shall we?
The Hooker, The Super Sperm & The Instant Baby
Lady of the Night, Loraine Daisy, is having a normal night's work until minutes after "punching her time clock" she becomes doubled over with excruciating stomach pains. Something is in there and kicking! Her client, who looked like he was up to no good in the bathroom with syringes, becomes freaked out and drives her to the hospital and drops her off at the ER. By that time she looks nine months pregnant. She dies in child birth, and no wonder. When her baby is delivered, he just keeps on growing. He dies several minutes later of old age and unnatural-baby-hugeness with the umbilical cord still hanging off him. I don't know what her client eats, but man! That guy is potent! |
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