Holy son of a fucking deity of your choice! I’m now sure that Ironman lives above me, and I’d appreciate it if he’d take off his fucking boots before drunkenly running around his flat at 3am. Can’t you fly?. We also don’t need the shitty baselines driving on all day. We know your badass, we saw the fucking movie.
—Stuck under a stuck-up superhero
This article appears in Sep 17-23, 2009.
Maybe you could talk to him?
He can fly, but i doubt it would be much of an improvement as his foot thrusters and hand stabilizers are quite noisy, and generate a lot of heat – it’s probably for the best that he walks.
HAHAHA! You made my day.