My brother's old ST2 was known as Daisy Duke, it was getting on a bit but still looked good and your mates were secretly jealous you were riding her
Faulty friggin torches! I think every torch in america must be broken or the batteries must be shocking!
Just tripped over another suspense-destroying, plot-obliterating cliché which absolutely drives me incandescent. I have you covered with a gun. This gun is effective for at least fifty metres; at three metres, I could probably close my eyes and still hit you. But no, I am going to approach within a metre of you because, oh, I don't know, the script never explained that to me. And despite the fact I am looking straight at you, I missed the physical cues that tell me that you are about to strike out at me and have now allowed you to disarm me. I know! I had a ranged weapon but I insisted upon giving up that advantage in order to allow you to engage me physically. FFS! So fucking annoying!
Indeed. Fairy stories are not very plausible or realistic, are they? How much better it would be if they stuck strictly to the facts!
