Sitch

This is the boundary at Earnleie: First from Earesbrook and [qu. to] the short thorns, […] from the pit to Heortseges brook, along the brook to the mouth, and from the mouth to Byinnig-brook, and thence up along the brook to the sitch (i.e. runnel), and from the sitch to Sciteresford, and from the ford to Bromes Combe, […]

So here's the sitch: Bruce Banner and Betty Ross Talbot are falling from roughly eight miles high.

Valeska had insisted 'she' stay, sleep where it was definitely safe. Just 'til the sitch could be settled.

Maybe one is more introspective and the other is more outgoing. Whatever the sitch, you two balance each other out.

Allen Gregory DeLongpre: Great, I'll see you back in there. Also, I wouldn't lose my mind if you decided to chew a stick of gum. Thanks for understanding the sitch, Gina, you're a china doll.

“I joined Starfleet to piss off my dad, not to be a virus bomb.” “Peanut Hamper, this is not cool!” “We're all going to die!” “Peanut Hamper! There are so many lives at stake!” “You know what? I'm just going to beam myself out of this whole sitch. Sucks to be organic. Enjoy having all your guts fly out or whatever!” “You know what? Peanut Hamper is a stupid name!”

“First off, I just want to wish you good luck. You're a nice enough guy caught in a bad sitch. I-I don't think any of us were hoping for this outcome for you.”

They stops you on the sly in the streets, and tells you to call at their house at sitch a hour of the day, and when you goes there they smuggles you quietly into some room by yourselves, and then sets to work Jewing away as hard as they can, prizing up their own things, and downcrying yourn.