Who knows? Someone might even make a comment about “insectarian violence”-assuming he could master all the syllables. “Here’s where we separate the man from the mandibles!” Hale Caesar would yawp at Toll Road as they mow down a stray caterpillar. “Bet your antennae don’t feel so hot now, do they?” Lee Christmas would say, slitting the exoskeleton of a pesky cockroach. “You’re really starting to bug me!” Barney Ross might holler, obliterating a nest of termites. They would run through the hallways, spraying everything that crawls and shouting catchphrases. Hire them, and they’d roar over to your house in their gas-guzzling H2s with biceps bulging, brandishing massive insect-related weapons designed to take down the most fearsome of praying mantises. The Exterminals, they might’ve called themselves. If the Expendables crew hadn’t gotten into mercenary work, perhaps they could’ve found nice careers in pest control.
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