Avon: Hmmm! Iīve never seen anyone trying to photocopy *that* body part before!
After his latest little chat with Avon, Blake had to empty the entire contents of his pound coin dispenser into the Liberator swear box...
AVon: No neither of our penises have velcro on them, neither do we rub them on each other anal hair Vila
Itīs that bloody picture of the Polar Bear In A Snowstorm again isnīt it Blake?!
Avon: If I catch you playing with Callyīs toys one more time, Iīm going to have to punish you.
Blake: (thinking) Why do you think I keep taking them....?
Vila: Itīs a great idea, making a time capsule of things from the Liberator. Who knows? In 1000 years, someone might find it and weīll be famous.
Blake: Vila, the box is marked īProperty of Servalanī.
Avon: Not a very inspiring epitaph.
Blake: Itīs a vibrator remote control.
Avon: I can explain...
Blake: Itīs got Tarriel cells.
Avon: How... interesting.
Blake: Itīs got "PROPERTY OF KERR AVON" carved into it.
Chemical based photography had undergone some major developments through the years. Here we see the loading of the film into the developing canister - You are able to load the film in normal lighting conditions however, noone is allowed to look at it directly.
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Avon "And that goes where Blake?"
Blakeīs temper was about to snap. All right, Avon was proud of his new sausage-press, but *why* did he have to test it on Blakeīs pet hamster, Mr. Wiggly?
Avon: Logic dictates, by the size of that lipstick. That this is the make-up bag of a giant, quite obviously
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Avon: Which one of us is going to tell Cally we found her vibrator in the glove box again?
Vila: & turned on this time!
Avon: " So let me get this right Blake, your plan is to leave this case in a Federation Base with a īTOP SECRETī note on the lid, in the hope that either Servalan or Travis cant resist opening it!!"
Vila: " Then BOOOM"
Avon: Four, three, two, one... Iīm sorry, Blake, youīre out of time in the īassembling the Xerox machine without lookingī contest.
Cally was not impressed with what Blake was doing with the last digestive, but the real cruelty was that Avon and Vila hadnīt told him that he was the only one playing.
All the lads gathered round and contemplated what they could do with Avonīs mini IMIPAK. Cally however, was not impressed.
Vila : Are you sure that Cally wanted that perfume for Christmas.
Blake : Well she did say she wanted Poison when she went out with Avon
Cally always admired Blakeīs large lunch-box
Vila was blissfully unaware, but Blake, Avon and Cally knew that Blake had opened the wrong suitcase.
"So, do you like it?" said Avon.
Blake didnīt have the heart to tell him that Cally had already given him an Old Spice gift set for Christmas.
Avon: And how much would you expect to pay for that test tube filled with red liquid?
Vila: Donīt answer... because you also get this miniature whiteboard! Perfect for listing Federation targets, flight deck duty rosters etc
Avon: "I knew you wouldnīt be able to keep your hands off the picnic hamper until we teleported down"
But Blake, Callyīs a girl, we canīt let her join our no girlīs club.
Vila: Whatīs that your picking up Blake?
Blake: Iīll tell you later!
Avon "By the way , Krantor`s doing the Catering for the Christmas party"
Vila "Nice one Avon"