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[LOBO]
Mr. Insanity was getting rattled.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Look," I says, grabbing his lapels. "We don't have time for this. I need you to get a grip on yourself. Now help me find my --I mean our-- parachutes."
"Get a grip?" Mr. Insanity demanded, pointing out the window. "Were on a plane that's being ripped apart --in flight-- by an indestructible psychopathic newlywed robot! How bad does it gotta be before I'm allowed to lose my fucking mind?"
Out the window, we saw Captain Smith jump out of the cargo bay on a motorcycle.
With my parachute.
"That's no way to talk about your mother," I scolded.
"My mother!?" Mr. Insanity laughed hysterically. "Six months ago, she was rolling off of an assembly line. I'm forty-four you goddamn nut case!"
"You know that heart-shaped birthmark on your forearm?" I turned his arm to show it to him. Then I pulled up my sleeve and showed him mine.
Identical.
"That's no way to talk to your father, you little bastard."
[LOBO]
Mr. Insanity was getting rattled.
"What are we gonna do?"
"Look," I says, grabbing his lapels. "We don't have time for this. I need you to get a grip on yourself. Now help me find my --I mean our-- parachutes."
"Get a grip?" Mr. Insanity demanded, pointing out the window. "Were on a plane that's being ripped apart --in flight-- by an indestructible psychopathic newlywed robot! How bad does it gotta be before I'm allowed to lose my fucking mind?"
Out the window, we saw Captain Smith jump out of the cargo bay on a motorcycle.
With my parachute.
"That's no way to talk about your mother," I scolded.
"My mother!?" Mr. Insanity laughed hysterically. "Six months ago, she was rolling off of an assembly line. I'm forty-four you goddamn nut case!"
"You know that heart-shaped birthmark on your forearm?" I turned his arm to show it to him. Then I pulled up my sleeve and showed him mine.
Identical.
"That's no way to talk to your father, you little bastard."
Comments
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