New Shakespeare theory: the Dark Lady and the Fair Youth from the sonnets were actually the pilots of a time-travelling drone that Will hooked up with.
So a missile big enough to supposedly destroy an underground rat warren (i. e. big big crater) striking a drone with enough explosive to do likewise (i. e. big big crater) produces a charred spot and otherwise leaves the grass untouched (i. e. small trash fire). What am I missing?
Maybe they were counting on underground gas lines? Or maybe they slipped a decimal point when trying to make a bomb that wouldn’t also blow up a chunk of the city.
A couple of possibilities, Kris. The missle could be a bunker buster, designed to detonate deep underground leaving but a small smoking hole at the surface. Or it might have indeed been a gas attack, again designed to penetrate the surface and release its lethal payload in the subterranean tunnels.
I’m not sure if Valiant is supposed to be coming off as profound and romantic, or deeply delusional. Either way, he has cemented his place as the Don Quixote of tech support.
Which leads one to wonder if A-Sig operates any windmills . . .
So he not only knows but he doesn’t care?
He does now! And aw–he loves them back!
See: _Some_Like_It_Hot_ (1959).
“Nobody’s perfect!”
Possibly the greatest closing line in all of cinema.
“I know.”
“They’re Valiant and the Brain.
Valiant and the Brain.
One is a genius.
The other’s insane….”
So, with Valiant’s reality blindness adjustment, he now thinks Artie is another drone?
Maybe Echo Bravo and Alfa Alfa could get together with Valiant’s team of drone pilots…
Maybe Echo Bravo and Alpha Alpha could just get together – period – and leave poor Valiant to pine forever for his lost love.
Methinks Valiant has carried many a torch in his time…
I have but one love, and she is two people controlling a third.
New Shakespeare theory: the Dark Lady and the Fair Youth from the sonnets were actually the pilots of a time-travelling drone that Will hooked up with.
Ah, but it does keep the relationship (s) from becoming boring! 😉
So a missile big enough to supposedly destroy an underground rat warren (i. e. big big crater) striking a drone with enough explosive to do likewise (i. e. big big crater) produces a charred spot and otherwise leaves the grass untouched (i. e. small trash fire). What am I missing?
Possibly a couple of detonators?
Maybe they were counting on underground gas lines? Or maybe they slipped a decimal point when trying to make a bomb that wouldn’t also blow up a chunk of the city.
It’s A-Sig. They’ve proven time and time again that competence is not necessarily a prerequisite for working there.
Yeah, but I’d expect them to err on the side of overkill. (Assuming that such a concept has any meaning.)
A couple of possibilities, Kris. The missle could be a bunker buster, designed to detonate deep underground leaving but a small smoking hole at the surface. Or it might have indeed been a gas attack, again designed to penetrate the surface and release its lethal payload in the subterranean tunnels.
That the colorist is not necessarily the cartoonist
It was probably something like a thermobaric warhead – vastly more deadly in an enclosed space.
I’m not sure if Valiant is supposed to be coming off as profound and romantic, or deeply delusional. Either way, he has cemented his place as the Don Quixote of tech support.
Which leads one to wonder if A-Sig operates any windmills . . .
It’s not like those two are mutually exclusive.
Agreed. “Profoundly delusional” and “deeply romantic” go together like “ham and eggs”.
I’ve always believed Valiant knew the drone’s true nature all along.
Usually one consumes questionable beers and *then* asks someone out.
I don’t think Artie has actually managed to ask Sergio out yet. Apparently he didn’t consume enough questionable beers.
I’m just glad that Valiant tries to avoid melodrama…
I’m howling with delight at this punchline. I fervently valiant and his loves will be reunited. they MUST be. I plead, for love’s sake!
Get you a man who will weep over your exploded co-piloted drone.