Cavil seems to handle stress well: ”Let me point out that it doesn’t matter if we find Earth in five days, or if we find Earth in five thousand years. We’re machines. We’ll still be around to savor the great miracle. So let them destroy the Eye, if indeed they have it. We have to take advantage of the situation and take down Galactica once and for all… or we could stand here and do nothing.”
His stress relieving secret is his pink Ibiza mp3 player, he just needs some cozy sleeves to keep the frakkin’ headphones from getting tangled up everytime Boomer borrows ‘em.
Using the leftover Noro from Tori’s Toastie Airlock Socks, I’m casting this on today for the ravelry BSG Fleet Power Battle… ‘cuz for nuthin’ else, it’s getting me to finish knitting projects.
“Ah… blessed unentanglement… stupid weak skin and bones, if the creators could’ve added an internal mp3 player like the centurians have, but noooooo, I’m stuck listening to my show tunes with this awkward technology. Thank heaven I can knit!” – Cavil (from scenes on the cutting room floor)