I apologize, Gordo, I was just trying to get a laugh out of a very over-used movie/TV cliche. So, I won’t say anything about when Jane, who seems to have trouble just driving around town in her Jeep, jumps into a space fighter, and saves the Universe when every trained combat fighter has been picked off.What I want to follow up on is that first “Good Morning” Dorothy/Beta cuppa coffee! I’ll bet her toes didn’t uncurl for a while! …Cheers!
Why is it that an interstellar “hit man” (hit alien?) ,supposably a trained marksman, fires off a half-dozen zaps at two, unaware and out in the open, targets, and MISSES!, and the unknown good guy fires one from hip at a concealed target, and gets his man (alien). Obviously, a graduate of the James T. Kirk "School of Good-Guy “Saves the Day” Marksmanship Shooting"
Okay, I never had more than a couple of pregnant women in my social circle of friends at any time in my life, so I don’t get this cartoon.