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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. He puts the sweater on first. But still.
She’ll be in a lead-lined room or something. Want to bet?
She’s the one who sat there meekly while they cuffed her. I say it’s her own durn fault.
How in the HECK does he get that turtle neck sweater on and off that big ole dome of his? That collar ought to be as stretched and loose as Donald Trump’s waistband. I know a button up shirt would look stupid, but come on. If’s he’s going to wear a helmet he may as well wear a breastplate too.
Right now he’s only Mr Roboto HEAD. And hands. I seem to remember he has some sort of metal looking glove device. Time for this guy to go “Full Roboto” if he’s going to charm our Mysta.
Maybe the Charles Sumner one. But Mitch won’t be man enough to do it himself. He’s a clever turtle, like The Donald. He gets other fools to do his dirty work.
“Now, let’s just toss Bolton in and…done!”
I’d say more like next to impossible, unless she was drugged.
“Huh, what are you doing? Why are you twisting my arm like that? Are we playing a game? Oh, wait, hey, now you’re twisting my other arm! I don’t think that I like this. Oh, are those handcuffs? What are you going to do with those? Hey, why are you putting them on me?”
No doubt it’s supposed to be some kind of, “Hey, look over there!” kind of thing and she’s suddenly handcuffed. But I think our girl is made of sterner stuff than to allow this sort of thing to happen.
Next frame, Sophie comes galloping up with one of the cats on her back, Hiyo, Sophie, away!
You got me there.
Then he gets a face of double electric zap.