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You know, I really wanted to include bumraping-as-territorial-pissing jokes (about a rape-obsessed little geek with development arrested trying to appear all big boy and tough and that HE rapez U, u fag!!), pure Michael Bay's type of hammering and pounding seriousness that falls into utter bathos and fluff materials, vague military and foreign relations references to appear relevant and real-worldly (and vague CNN references as if from someone who never saw CNN and still thinks they're top notch news channels that siriuz grownupz watch)...
... but things are just getting tiring.
Without mentioning any of the stuff on the actual post -- Clinton, notes, revamp, everybody will want to see, he is perfect (because he is a fan, you see), the implication of extreme certainty that this wouldn't be meddled with until is unrecognizable etc etc...
But yeah, three hours of Samuel Jackson (not him, of course, but it says "Samuel Jackson" in the stage directions) sitting in a chair yelling at the camera variations of "your ass is mine!" and "there'll be no Superman because flying men in tights is faggy!" seems actually quite likely.
Or maybe he could just come back to earth and do something like he did in the past (remembering this issue that had 23 stories, two with fantastic art by Cam Stewart). |
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