(no subject)
The Door flies open with a bang.
Framed by the doorway is a certain technogeek, who (despite there being no floor on the other side) is standing with feet apart, arms akimbo, and generally looking as dramatically macho as a scrawny, bespectacled teenager in a red beret can.
"Step aside!" he declares to the room at large, striding over the threshold. "Tucker Foley has some world-saving to do!"
Then he stops and glances back over his shoulder. "Who'm I looking for again?"
Framed by the doorway is a certain technogeek, who (despite there being no floor on the other side) is standing with feet apart, arms akimbo, and generally looking as dramatically macho as a scrawny, bespectacled teenager in a red beret can.
"Step aside!" he declares to the room at large, striding over the threshold. "Tucker Foley has some world-saving to do!"
Then he stops and glances back over his shoulder. "Who'm I looking for again?"