Written by: Jord

Delta squad have hit the pub again. Anya's ready for a second round of questioning.

Is the grass greener on the other side? Explain your reasoning.


Marcus: Greener. Blue-er, Yellow-er. If it ain't got grubs, I'll take it.


Dom: Sometimes, sometimes y'know, the grass is greener on both sides. If you got the right person with you. *looks away*


Cole: Green makes me think 'bout thrashball again, yo. *smiles to himself* I got a feeling that after the war, everything's gonna look green. Know what I mean?


Baird: I know that one. It's not green on either side. Don't get it? Let me illuminate a couple things for you. Okay, so here's the thing; you got side A and side B and they're separated by a fence. And say you're on side A, and you look over, and then you decide for yourself that side B looks better. What do you do? You jump over the fence. And then you dance a little on side B till you get tired of it. Then you look over to side A, and think about all the good times you had with side A, and then you jump back over to the other side. And by that time, side A doesn't want you anymore, and you can't find her either; she's left you for good... Anya: She? Baird: *looks shocked* Uh...what?



Carmine: You know I always liked grass. I used to love the smell of it; y'know, after it's cut. And early in the morning too. Did I ever mention that I like to garden?


Hoffman: Grass? Your eyes look glassy. You been puffing a few? I don't know where you got that stuff, and I don't want to know. But we have a strict no-tolerance policy on that kind of behaviour in the COG.


Bernie: It looks green. Have you ever been to a polluted dock? The water is darker than a rat's ass, but if you look to the horizon the water looks pleasantly blue. It's only when you get over there you realize it's just as nasty as the water back there. Then the more you try to follow that damn cool blue water on that horizon you're hit by everything the sea can throw at you--waves, fish bigger than yourself, storms...

Ah, don't go on my metephorical reasoning. Go try it yourself. I find doing something stupid yourself normally negates your will to do it again. *smiles*



Tai: Someone ought to hold the whiskey from our good Colonel. *smiles* I don't know if you know, but when he's downed more than a few, he gets a little hard of hearing. Anyway. Where was I? Yes, the grass. It depends. On whether your mind is satisfied or not. To the compulsive worrier, the compulsive pessimist, yes. The grass is eternally greener on the other side. The wiser man can find joy in the simpler things in life, he is easier to please – so he is happier where he is. Being the simpler man has its disadvantages, of course. As someone used to put it: "A reasonable man adapts to his surroundings. An unreasonable man expects his surroundings to adapt to him. Therefore, all progress is made by unreasonable men." I'll leave you to mull over that one.

A/N: The quote that Tai makes is one by George Bernard Shaw (an Irish playwright). I dunno if I'm using the exact words, but that's definitely the gist of it.