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I have no real deep thoughts here. If you are looking for deep thoughts move along. Not quite as cracktastically fun as last week, but I remain hooked. Why? Because last week they made me believe TEAM, and if you give me TEAM, you have my unconditional love. Besides, a sports car driving blowfish with a gun on crack is a bit hard to top. And there was even more team this week! Everyone was useful and worked together, and even though Owen is still a dick I am also still not actively hating on him anymore...which is both weird and a relief. Tosh got to do sciency stuff and look all hot while doing it. I really liked Gwen and her compassion and how much she wanted to be telling the truth about how it was going to end. And? AND? Alien invasions, mindprobes, and things going splodey with gun battles and Jack running over the bad guy. Do I need much more than this? I do not. And then there was Ianto. Oh, Ianto...I loved you all last season in all your emo boy glory, but now that you've upped your snark to full time and got all confident and pissy I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I MUST USE CAPS TO EXPRESS IT. IANTO JONES...YOU COMPLETE ME. Now please get on with the shagging Jack onscreen, I would appreciate it muchly.
I care not for flaws. I'm having too much damn fun.