If I really had to choose, I'd let myself catapult in to space in hopes that I could pull off a kamehameha, and somehow gently place myself back in to a workable orbit around the planet.

So they're going to test the patch in Africa on Africans (for cheap, albeit), then bring back the patch to North America and put it up for wholesale to a much more diverse climate/ethnic population?

I hope the film ends up having scenes with heavy panting and the sound of hair brushing against the inside of a helmet. Nothing messes with people more than complete silence and their own thoughts.

I used to work at Sobeys as a buggy boy when I was in high school, and had to clean the washrooms for the store. The women's washroom was always, by far, way filthier and more disgusting than the men's room on a weekly basis.

I wasn't aware that people moved that fast on space walks.

And which suppository do you want? We have 5 colours to choose from!

Rumble for player 1 activates rumble for player 2 as well.

Old Bill just isn't the same without the quick cuts and the sound effects.

Only if that's where you're wearing your ring.

No DNA in there, huh?

Why, yes. I would like to print my own rings of NFC power...

I think my disappointment is a little misdirected. I actually looked at the TMNT photo of April/Fox, and also thought that a chance to get an intelligent woman to play the part was already too late.

I already know where we'll see this next:

Soon to be a menace no more.

Good point. If you actually stop and count the seconds, the battle takes about the same time to begin. Thinking back at the various flash+screen wipes that happen before battle, it really gives you the impression that the game is still running, and not just stalling because you're staring at an empty screen.

Replacing badassery with sex appeal? I was hoping for a dominant female lead, but I fear I may end up disappointed.

Well, there was fire.

pfft, renders. You should see hyper-realist paintings!

Obligatory, due to the awful nature of this collaborative photographic massacre:

Now, whenever you cross an intersection, you'll be compelled to touch the curb.