ec2-3-235-137-159.compute-1.amazonaws.com | ToothyWiki | RecentChanges | Login | Webcomic The ragged Tornado chaser lined his harpoon up carefully. The harpoon, replete with scientific instruments, would make his reputation if it would just take the correct readings in this, his final launch before funding ran out, justifying his thesis and allowing him to publish. The wind blew stronger but he waited patiently in the protected bunker, waiting for the perfect moment when the eye aligned with the predicted trajectory. 30 seconds. 20 seconds. Would the bunker hold? 10 seconds. Launch!
The later inquest, examining the steel I-bar impaling the researcher, was quite clear on its verdict. He'd shot the breeze, and the breeze had shot back. --Pallando
Somewhat. Vitenka beat me to it, though. --ElliottBelser's here to play card games and kick ass, and he's all out of ass
I'd heard 'shooting the s**t', which I guess is where the Americanism comes from. Mind you, I first came across that in an Andy McNab book, so I have no proof it should even be in the language. --Requiem