If this were a Christmas party...
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discoveredinaljIf this were a traditional sort of Christmas party, we'd have games and songs, right?
So, with that in mind, my contribution to the festivities today consists of a quiz and a filk. Gather around and break out the eggnog. It's time to find out which of our favorite guys you would be, if you were in the show.
Which of the Professionals are You?
You'll be offered HTML code at the end of the quiz that will (I hope!) allow you to paste your results into your responses below, or on your blog, or webpage, or wherever else you want. That is, if you actually feel like sharing them with anyone... ;-)
Now onto the musical portion of the party!
Okay, I have to fess up here and admit that I didn't actually write most of this myself. I found it on a hideously pop-up-porn heavy site called www.lyricsdownload.com, under the title "The 12 Days of Christmas", and as far as I can tell the lyrics were posted by someone called "TheUndertaker180".
But with just a little tweaking, they fit right into the CI5-verse! In a very grim, profane, anti-Christmas kind of way...
(Eep!)
THE 12 DAYS OF A CI5 AGENT’S CHRISTMAS REFRESHER COURSE
On the first day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the second day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the third day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the fourth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow, fuck off, not again!)
On the fifth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, five broken ribs, (An’ here we bloody go...) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Put the gun down, ow!)
On the sixth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (I didn’t fuckin’ know he was hiding there!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (The training’s worse’n the bleedin’ job!)
On the seventh day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (He's a right nutter he is!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Here it fuckin’ comes!)
On the eighth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (‘Oi, that’s my fuckin’ gun!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (I’m in fuckin’ agony!)
On the ninth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (I’m gonna get my fuckin’ grenade launcher!) four flying headbutts, three chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Surprise, surprise!)
On the tenth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Oh fuck, Towser’s coming now!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (I’ve had a titful of this!)
On the eleventh day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, eleven lacerations, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Oh fuck, the old Cow’s got a gun, too!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (How many fuckin’ bullets has he got?)
On the twelfth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, twelve days in traction, eleven lacerations, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Don’t fuckin’ stand there, ring an ambulance!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the fuckin’ left knee. (Surprise, sur-fuckin’-prise, fuckin’ hurts an’ all. FUCK OFF!)
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Rebel ducks for cover...
So, with that in mind, my contribution to the festivities today consists of a quiz and a filk. Gather around and break out the eggnog. It's time to find out which of our favorite guys you would be, if you were in the show.
Which of the Professionals are You?
You'll be offered HTML code at the end of the quiz that will (I hope!) allow you to paste your results into your responses below, or on your blog, or webpage, or wherever else you want. That is, if you actually feel like sharing them with anyone... ;-)
Now onto the musical portion of the party!
Okay, I have to fess up here and admit that I didn't actually write most of this myself. I found it on a hideously pop-up-porn heavy site called www.lyricsdownload.com, under the title "The 12 Days of Christmas", and as far as I can tell the lyrics were posted by someone called "TheUndertaker180".
But with just a little tweaking, they fit right into the CI5-verse! In a very grim, profane, anti-Christmas kind of way...
(Eep!)
On the first day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the second day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the third day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow!)
On the fourth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Ow, fuck off, not again!)
On the fifth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, five broken ribs, (An’ here we bloody go...) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Put the gun down, ow!)
On the sixth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (I didn’t fuckin’ know he was hiding there!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (The training’s worse’n the bleedin’ job!)
On the seventh day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (He's a right nutter he is!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Here it fuckin’ comes!)
On the eighth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (‘Oi, that’s my fuckin’ gun!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (I’m in fuckin’ agony!)
On the ninth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (I’m gonna get my fuckin’ grenade launcher!) four flying headbutts, three chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (Surprise, surprise!)
On the tenth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Oh fuck, Towser’s coming now!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (I’ve had a titful of this!)
On the eleventh day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, eleven lacerations, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Oh fuck, the old Cow’s got a gun, too!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the left knee. (How many fuckin’ bullets has he got?)
On the twelfth day of Christmas old Macklin gave to me, twelve days in traction, eleven lacerations, ten total hammerings, nine solid knockouts, eight compound fractures, seven wounds a-bleeding, six broken toes, five shattered ribs, (Don’t fuckin’ stand there, ring an ambulance!) four flying head-butts, three Chinese burns, two swollen bollocks and a cartridge in the fuckin’ left knee. (Surprise, sur-fuckin’-prise, fuckin’ hurts an’ all. FUCK OFF!)
Rebel ducks for cover...
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Date: 2006-12-05 02:30 pm (UTC)I've just had an awful thought - was Cowley an option???
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Date: 2006-12-05 03:09 pm (UTC)My husband gets him every time, and without even trying. You should be able to see all possible results here:
http://quizilla.com/cgi-bin/result/list/list.pl?item_id=3870525
The scary thing is that Cowley suits my husband frighteningly well.
:-p Given that I always get Bodie, that leads to some interesting possibilities... ;-)
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Date: 2006-12-06 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-06 03:55 am (UTC)I AM COWLEY!
Date: 2006-12-08 01:35 am (UTC)Which of the Professionals Are You?
You are Cowley! Never mind 'triple think', you're a master of quadruple think. You're always at least three steps ahead of us, and we worship you for that.
Take this quiz (http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/Rebelcat/quizzes/Which+of+the+Professionals+Are+You%3F)!
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Re: I AM COWLEY!
Date: 2006-12-08 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-08 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-08 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-12 10:08 pm (UTC)MB x
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Date: 2006-12-12 11:42 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you enjoyed the filk! I was worried initially that maybe it went a bit far, but I've gotten a ton a great response to it. I think my personal favorite bit is, "Don't just stand there, ring an ambulance!" ;-)
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Date: 2007-01-13 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-13 11:45 am (UTC)Originally, I had made a very cute little button that looked like a bullet. Unfortunately, it seems Quizilla recently ate it - because it is no longer there. I've changed it back to the ugly ol' default button.
Sigh... at least the answer graphics are still there - I checked!
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Date: 2007-01-22 04:34 pm (UTC)Thanks anyway, it was very amusing; make another one!
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Date: 2007-01-22 04:44 pm (UTC)I probably will make more quizzes someday, but I'd like to find a different engine than Quizilla - it eats code. I'm sorry you never got to see the cute little bullet submit button. It was there for about a month and then mysteriously disappeared. As for the code to paste the picture... I have no idea. I'm assuming that's a glitch somewhere in Quizilla. At least you got to see the pretty pictures, right?
Murphy's probably my sentimental favorite, of all the guys in CI5. He's just so wonderfully normal and sane compared to the rest of them. My husband got Cowley without even trying - but he's a senior public servant, so that kind of makes sense. ;-)
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Yes I got the pictures, I was just unable to past them on my LJ.
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Date: 2007-01-22 09:43 pm (UTC)And yep. He's very fond of malt scotch and Celtic/folk music. (Great Big Sea!) He thought the Christmas tree sounded entertaining (with the little bottles of scotch, and substituting teeny little Canadian flags for the Union Jacks - he would!). And since his job has something to do with national security (?), he apparently has a vested interest in keeping our country smelling like roses.
If not lavender. ;-)
You two sound very similar! Me, I keep coming up as Bodie.