You search around your apartment for your awful plastic garbage block, until your sputtering memory strikes again. You flash back to mounting an incessantly buzzing qPhone onto the tip of an arrow, and firing it at some D-List bad guy named "Mr. Who." At least it made a pretty good boxing glove. Ollie would have understood.
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Date: 2014-10-10 09:05 pm (UTC)