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Jul. 27th, 2016 01:32 amThis is frakking ridiculous.
Though Lee Adama isn't particularly inclined to, if he wanted, he could come up with a list of his own accomplishments as long as his arm. War college graduate, test pilot school acceptance, CAG, commander, near the top of his class— so far— in law school. He's lived through a war, through more combat missions than he can count, more encounters with cylons and firefights and close calls than any person should see in a lifetime. He's somehow traveled through dimensions and made it through to the other side in one piece.
He should be able to put together a crib. This should be frakking easy.
But as it is, Lee is sitting on the floor of the extra bedroom of his and Molly's apartment, surrounded by parts, trying to work out the instructions, which he's unfolded from a neat little square into an unwieldy large sheet of paper, the steps printed in different directions.
"This is a frakking nightmare," Lee says to himself. At the very least, he's figured out that the poles marked A go into slots marked B, but now that he's ready to connect that part— before the C poles come in— he's finding himself one A short.
"Gods... you've got to be genius just to put one of these things together," he grumbles.
Though Lee Adama isn't particularly inclined to, if he wanted, he could come up with a list of his own accomplishments as long as his arm. War college graduate, test pilot school acceptance, CAG, commander, near the top of his class— so far— in law school. He's lived through a war, through more combat missions than he can count, more encounters with cylons and firefights and close calls than any person should see in a lifetime. He's somehow traveled through dimensions and made it through to the other side in one piece.
He should be able to put together a crib. This should be frakking easy.
But as it is, Lee is sitting on the floor of the extra bedroom of his and Molly's apartment, surrounded by parts, trying to work out the instructions, which he's unfolded from a neat little square into an unwieldy large sheet of paper, the steps printed in different directions.
"This is a frakking nightmare," Lee says to himself. At the very least, he's figured out that the poles marked A go into slots marked B, but now that he's ready to connect that part— before the C poles come in— he's finding himself one A short.
"Gods... you've got to be genius just to put one of these things together," he grumbles.
