On the official ABC.com page for “Celebrity Family Feud” it says the Season 10 premiere is July 9th, 2024. So it’s coming. Not sure when ours will be, but sometime soon. It could very well be the season premiere, but we don’t know yet.
The lights in the lab are still off. Huh. Darcy’s not used to getting there first, but after that thesis defense, she wouldn’t be surprised if Jane finally made good on her threat to move back to Norway. Or New Mexico. Or somewhere else that’s got like two people per square mile and no pompous, infuriating cosmetologist know-it-alls. Darcy’s not really sure what he does exactly. Other than snipe endlessly at Jane in his stupid posh accent from the other side of their cramped, overcrowded shared office.
But it’s fine. It’s not like the two of them go through several acres of rainforest a week with the amount of printouts and—
No. Darcy’s gotta be zen about this kind of thing. The strategically placed recycling bins are already across the hall from them, and besides, she really, really needs the lab credit. And Jane’s a decent boss. Mostly.
She’s kind of spacey and way too smart, but Darcy’s gotten pretty good at technobabble. Or, well, at least she thinks she has, weaponized audience participation aside.
And, yeah, she isn’t really sure what that was about, but Dr. Banner throwing both Jane and Jerkface McSnarkypants out was definitely not on her bingo card.
Neither was Jane getting shitfaced. But hey, Darcy can’t exactly begrudge her the hangover. Not after midterms and that Delta Kappa Epsilon rager. Jane’d made her coffee and let her take a nap up on the roof. So yeah. Darcy’s pretty sure she kind of owes her.
Except it sounds like maybe she’d beat Darcy to the lab.
“You can’t be serious now, Foster. You know that leptophilic dark matter couplings—”
Oh. Oh.
They’re both here. And mostly still drunk. Maybe her bingo card’s rigged.
“But the constraints of the low-mass regime—”
Maybe Dr. Banner needs a new lab assistant. She’s not very good at all of this physicsy stuff, but Darcy’s really organized.
And then—
And then, she sees them. And really, REALLY wishes she hadn’t.
Because, yeah. That’s WAY more than she ever wanted to know about her boss. Or her boss’s whatever. Just EW.
“The interaction with quarks at tree level—”
There’s still a stack of grading in Jane’s office, she thinks. And it’s mostly all multiple choice.
Yeah. She can do multiple choice.
“Well, if you’re going to get into beam configurations---”
Aaaaand that is her cue to leave. And maybe check the student job board listings. Or pour bleach into her eyeballs. Or sign up for study abroad.
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Pac: I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.
[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]
Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? [...] No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. [Reading chat] "You chose?" I like to think I had the power to choose.
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Pac talks about Fuga Impossível lore and implies that Cell let him decide which leg he'd lose. 🔪
[ Full transcript / translation ↓ ]
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Pac: Guys, it's not the other way around, in my headcanon– in my headcanon– you have to know how to respect my headcanon. In my headcanon– because, I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.
[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]
Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? Oh sht... [Long pause] I don't remember, man. Oh, I don't know guys, I don't know. Did I decide? Oh, man. None? I'm kidding–
Pac: Well, if I have to decide? The right? I don't know. Nobody knows, right? But this drawing was really cool, it was really cool. You choose one there and I choose the right one. No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. Because like, I'm thinking like this, look what came into my head: Which leg would go away? Wow, I thought "So, if I'm going to kick a ball, I'm going to shoot it with my right leg. If I didn't have a right leg, I wouldn't be able to shoot the ball properly. So I prefer the left." That was my line of thinking, you know? I don't know. It's a bad example, right? And that's it, right? [Reading chat] "You chose?" Yeah, I like to think I had the power to choose.
English lyrics: in captions but this cover is also nostalgic to me so i'm putting it here cuz i make the rules https://youtu.be/rGi6R_6yZMo?si=2qAJRDiomILDPPs4
Pip's comments: aaaaa thinking about the future.... 0/10 thoughts. i love this song