"Ballad of the Flexible Bullet" is a short story by Stephen King."The Ballad of Lost C'Mell" is a novelette written by Cordwainer Smith.Albeit only as a result of something being Lost in Translation the English meaning of the word "moritat" is Murder Ballad.The English version of Bertolt Brecht's The Threepenny Opera has "The Ballad of Mack the Knife"."Ballad of a Boneless Chicken" is a children's poem by Jack Prelustky.The Ballad of Reading Gaol is a poem written by Oscar Wilde.Wash muttered, "Bobble." Kaylee started to laugh again. It's the only fun we got tonight."Īnd Jayne snorted. Maybe if Simon took his shirt off they'd all have something else to describe. But could you stop – describing my head? It's disconcerting." You all sound like you're enjoying yourself. Even River was kind of laughing, her hand over her mouth.įrom the chair in the corner, he shook his head. But Simon, he'd said something about alcohol poisoning and blindness, and no way was he even touching that stuff. Well, River too, but she don't count, being so young and all. This time the hooch had turned out real good. So she said.Įveryone nodded, and for a minute, they all looked like bobble-head dolls, especially Mal. Why didn't they do this all the time? 'Cause it was fun. She started laughing, hard, and then the hiccups came, and they were all grinning at her, and this was fun. "Don't tell Mal, but we even kept one, it made her laugh so much." 'Cause one of them looked just like Simon! All head bobbing and shiny haired, and the little suit, and all!" He lowered his voice, looking away from Mal. She took one look at those bobble-head dolls we shipped, and started laughing.
So's we can all drink!" Kaylee figured it had been right nice of Zoe to offer like that. Where is she?" He raised his voice, "Zoe?" Good, Wash." They just grinned at each other, until Wash's eyes widened a little. Grinning, he near to yelled, "Good man! Exactly. Something that looks like it won't be around for very long."Īnd Mal, he just lurched forward, and smacked Wash right on the shoulder. Simon's head – it brings to mind something a dinosaur might eat. Leaning over to Kaylee, looking at her like he'd got a real good secret, Wash said, "I think I've got to agree with the Captain.
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"See? 'Cause it's so full of his BRAIN! Right? Right, Simon?" But he didn't say nothing. "The average human brain weighs between 13 grams." River whispered, looking at her brother's head. "'Cause it's so full of his brain!" And she grinned over at Simon, who was sitting real tall, River hovering next to him. "But you can't fill Simon's head with flowers -" Mal had surely been drinking a lot, if he was using words like that. "Gotta say, I see Simon's head as delicate, like a flower. She was about to say something about it, but Mal just went and talked right over her.
Kaylee had spent lots of time looking at that jaw, and it looked shiny to her. You seen that ruttin' jaw? No jaw's supposed ta be so big." It looks like something needs to throwed right at it, to even it out. Jayne belched and reached for the bottle. A real nice head." She lifted her glass to her lips, and took another long gulp of the hooch. "I like Simon's head," Kaylee said, grinning at the rest of them.
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