I may have watched one too many of those really terrible made for SYFY Channel movies. I was just thinking that the tank could stand off about half a mile and fire a DU penetrator. A few minutes later break out the beer from the, er, film refrigerator, set up the grill and call a few numbers from the commander's little black book. Instant party.
I hear it tastes just like prehistoric chicken.
Now, if your friend is looking for movie ideas how about one where an itinerant, fedora wearing, seaplane pilot crashes on the Island of incredibly attractive, leggy female scientists. Oh yeah, there should be a monster or something..........
n11pilot wrote:Nice try, my friend. Kevlar, its your best friend, wear lots of it.
Hakaider wrote:Yup. A good running start is always good, just in case that you do miss and the T-Rex gets really really angry.
Well if one does end up on an island that's filled with scantily clad female scientists with a dinosaur roaming in the background... Doesn't the bimbos...err..I mean very nice girls always screams & trip in their high heels especially when the T-Rex shows up ? (It's practically traditional for that to happen with some of those older cheesy movies.)
*Does a imitation of Homer Simpson*
AeroDillo wrote:...I see you two have been digging in my Corrigan file again. Except that his ride of choice was a Twin Beech, he operated in brown-girl rich environments where 'leggy' was less the operative word, and there doesn't seem to be mentioned of any prehistoric monstrosities roaming around.
Though there was that one time with the crab-people....
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