Or, you know, when our big hero is staring death right in the face and decides that—instead of actually doing something useful—he'll just drop some ridiculously ironic, cynical one-liner.
like, imagine someone’s tossing grenades at a Jeep and they ask if he's okay, and he just goes, "well done."
And then there's the whole thing where you can tear through backyards, stables, or open-air markets, smashing fences and fire hydrants, weaving through traffic and blowing red lights across six lanes of Manhattan madness... but apparently, a tiny fender bender is all it takes to trigger that massive explosion we talked about earlier.
it's born all time, too much (check it)