Scholarly Debate
From a conversation over e-mail regarding who would win, Iron Man, or Boba Fett . . .
Alright I'm going to respond to these in a point by point format:
["well going in his ship is like saying iron man wears a bigger suit. or makes and anti shield gun or something. If it is just iron man and boba fette in a field with nothing but what they have on them.. iron man wins"]
I don't know, Iron Man may be superior in terms of strength and mobility, but Fett is at least equally, if not superiorly armed, and he's got sheer audacity and Mandalorian cunning on his side.
["You're still assuming Boba Fett could find Iron Man on Earth before Iron Man found him. Considering its a totally alien planet, he wouldn't know where to start."]
Okay that's just silly. Boba Fett is the most efficient and feared Bounty Hunter in the galaxy. It is his job to hunt down people on alien planets, no, it's more than that, it is literally the meaning of his entire existence. Saying Fett can't track down a high profile momo like Tony Stark on an "alien" planet is like saying Beethoven couldn't write a symphony just because he was hard of hearing. If Boba Fett had been hired to bring in Osama Bin Laden at 7am on September 11th, Boba Fett would have had him in a block of carbonite in Dubya's office before his first coffee of the day had gotten cold.
["If Return of the Jedi is an indication, his jetpack is made of Aluminum and tissue paper seeing as how all Solo had to do was randomly hit it to set Boba Flying out of control."]
Okay, I'll admit that was one of Fett's off days. But did you see where he was hanging around the night before? The motherfucker was getting drunk off his ass, banging space broads and getting fucked up on space coke all night long in Jabba's palace. Hey, you try to drink a 6 ton slug monster under the table and then screw a broad with 6 tits who you thought looked hot after about 12 shots of something with a live fucking frog in the glass, and we'll see how limber you are in the morning. They wake the guy up at 7am to watch an execution out in the desert, everything is supposed to be going fine, Jabba's got a new slave girl, all his goons have to do is push a couple of motherfuckers into a pit. Fett just wants to sit and hang out somewhere dark and sleep off the monster hangover he's got, but he can't piss of Jabba (the Pablo Escobar of Star Wars) so he's like "fine, I'll come along, wave goodbye to that slick shit Solo and his goofball friends, then I'll sleep off this hangover so I can make the after party". What happens after is a total clusterfuck. Jabba's guys are so drunk and hung over from the night before when they were celebrating the capture of Skywalker, Chewbacca, Leia and drinking to the dead Rancor with the weepy shirtless fat guy. So of course everything starts going south since Luke, Lando, and Chewie all have 8 hours of peaceful slumber and are ready to rock faces first thing in the morning. So Boba is forced to step up to the plate, still hung over himself, and not ready for action. He forgets to secure the safety on his jetpack, because like, who the fuck double checks their jetpack before going to a public execution. You don't figure when you're hung over, going to an execution that you'll even need your jetpack.
Alright I'm going to respond to these in a point by point format:
["well going in his ship is like saying iron man wears a bigger suit. or makes and anti shield gun or something. If it is just iron man and boba fette in a field with nothing but what they have on them.. iron man wins"]
I don't know, Iron Man may be superior in terms of strength and mobility, but Fett is at least equally, if not superiorly armed, and he's got sheer audacity and Mandalorian cunning on his side.
["You're still assuming Boba Fett could find Iron Man on Earth before Iron Man found him. Considering its a totally alien planet, he wouldn't know where to start."]
Okay that's just silly. Boba Fett is the most efficient and feared Bounty Hunter in the galaxy. It is his job to hunt down people on alien planets, no, it's more than that, it is literally the meaning of his entire existence. Saying Fett can't track down a high profile momo like Tony Stark on an "alien" planet is like saying Beethoven couldn't write a symphony just because he was hard of hearing. If Boba Fett had been hired to bring in Osama Bin Laden at 7am on September 11th, Boba Fett would have had him in a block of carbonite in Dubya's office before his first coffee of the day had gotten cold.
["If Return of the Jedi is an indication, his jetpack is made of Aluminum and tissue paper seeing as how all Solo had to do was randomly hit it to set Boba Flying out of control."]
Okay, I'll admit that was one of Fett's off days. But did you see where he was hanging around the night before? The motherfucker was getting drunk off his ass, banging space broads and getting fucked up on space coke all night long in Jabba's palace. Hey, you try to drink a 6 ton slug monster under the table and then screw a broad with 6 tits who you thought looked hot after about 12 shots of something with a live fucking frog in the glass, and we'll see how limber you are in the morning. They wake the guy up at 7am to watch an execution out in the desert, everything is supposed to be going fine, Jabba's got a new slave girl, all his goons have to do is push a couple of motherfuckers into a pit. Fett just wants to sit and hang out somewhere dark and sleep off the monster hangover he's got, but he can't piss of Jabba (the Pablo Escobar of Star Wars) so he's like "fine, I'll come along, wave goodbye to that slick shit Solo and his goofball friends, then I'll sleep off this hangover so I can make the after party". What happens after is a total clusterfuck. Jabba's guys are so drunk and hung over from the night before when they were celebrating the capture of Skywalker, Chewbacca, Leia and drinking to the dead Rancor with the weepy shirtless fat guy. So of course everything starts going south since Luke, Lando, and Chewie all have 8 hours of peaceful slumber and are ready to rock faces first thing in the morning. So Boba is forced to step up to the plate, still hung over himself, and not ready for action. He forgets to secure the safety on his jetpack, because like, who the fuck double checks their jetpack before going to a public execution. You don't figure when you're hung over, going to an execution that you'll even need your jetpack.