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My favorite bit was when Bane storms in to attack Wonder Woman.

@avclub-79557cb93066f4470b8cee6e9110f757:disqus I'm loath to use the phrase, but: exceptions that prove the rule.

WwwwwhhaaaaAAT? Isamu Dyson?

I've seen the whole series, and have no recollection of that moment. Huh.

B'aww.

@avclub-dc10fce584f2cdf09d6690e0f2883227:disqus Now I kind of like the idea that the Drakh cause Sol to go nova, but due to a poor sense of timing they wait until after the entire human race has become cosmic energy beings.

Sinclair fit right in on Minbar, where the jokes are written on ancient scrolls, and the proper reaction to a really good punchline is nine hours of quiet meditation.

Thank Christ. That shit's just about unbearable. I'm convinced it only exists because the Internet itself cannot actually masturbate.

True. But Londo was frequently a less than ambassadorial ambassador.

Oh good.

What Garibaldi line is that?

@avclub-945ba977c27d196cdeaf6cbe4ff682f4:disqus All the better, IMO.

Funny, I found the blurry Drakh extremely goofy.

@avclub-79557cb93066f4470b8cee6e9110f757:disqus Nahhh. If anything, notwithstanding their relative ages, Picard would be the dad that Kirk respected but didn't particularly like. Everything about Kirk was oriented towards direct and immediate action.

@avclub-04d524031f29c89d78cae864bd6f0de7:disqus It was their own fault, really.

@avclub-73d66a6a344a15201f9a15107723c9e6:disqus Yeah, but it's a bit like the League of Nations building getting blown up, so they rebuild it in the same spot and call it the United Nations.

Be fair: that's an extremely Londo thing to do.

Breaking Bad does get better, and more than that it transforms significantly over the course of its run.

You have five nipples, and use them to score? Like, in jewelry heists? What?

A fine question. I would guess that it's having to do with David—perhaps he loses all his limbs in the Telepath War and now goes around in one of those Christopher Pike chairs—but who knows.