My childhood girlfriend, Wonder Woman
“You are working with the Falcon? And he’s working for the Nazis?”
There are maybe one million things I could say about this, so I will limit myself to three:
1) That is some deeply unimpressive running.
2) Is the villain having, like, a really severe allergy attack?
3) Please tell me “Where is the Falcon?” is code for something. Something, you know, personal . . .
Wow. I used to think her getup was my dream outfit, but now I see she’s kind of wearing a diaper-shaped bottom. And the crown? Pretty craft hut.
Yeah, isn’t it funny how we didn’t notice things like that as kids? It was just like: Bright colors and reflective things! All right!
Except I did sort of wonder why the Hulk’s pants didn’t rip apart with the rest of his clothes. Not that I was complaining, but I remember thinking, How come I split my pants more often than the frickin’ Hulk?