Doth the moon care for the barking of a dog?
Let's revise: shoot for the moon, and if you miss, you'll be trapped floating in between the stars for an eternity before your power reserves fail, therefore onsetting near-instanaeous ebullism, hypoxia, hypocapnia and decompression sickness as your lungs collapse and your muscles succumb to flaccid paralysis while you eventually freeze to death in a perfect vacuum.
Yeah, didn't happen. But you'd all miss me if it did. So kids, let's not try this at home, or your mommy will be very angry with me--uh, more than she is already, what with the whole Vegas incident you aren't aware of and shouldn't ever learn about-- anyway, I'm here, you're there, and aside from my rapidly mounting inferiority complex (fork over your secrets, Quintum, or I fork them for you), it's been a sit and wait kind of thing so far. Suit's good, arc reactor's fine. Quintum's definitely gung-ho for the hors d'oevres. I've already had more canapés than girlfriends and I only got here a few hours ago.
It's the robots. They keep bringing me trays of delicious-looking things. I can't turn them down. It wouldn't be nice.
All right, Leo, Jarvis, Supes. Can we shake it up now? I'm going stir-crazy here.
Yeah, didn't happen. But you'd all miss me if it did. So kids, let's not try this at home, or your mommy will be very angry with me--uh, more than she is already, what with the whole Vegas incident you aren't aware of and shouldn't ever learn about-- anyway, I'm here, you're there, and aside from my rapidly mounting inferiority complex (fork over your secrets, Quintum, or I fork them for you), it's been a sit and wait kind of thing so far. Suit's good, arc reactor's fine. Quintum's definitely gung-ho for the hors d'oevres. I've already had more canapés than girlfriends and I only got here a few hours ago.
It's the robots. They keep bringing me trays of delicious-looking things. I can't turn them down. It wouldn't be nice.
All right, Leo, Jarvis, Supes. Can we shake it up now? I'm going stir-crazy here.