'Name That Frame' Brought Out the Best in You

Heaven help the Republic!

Comments ranged across topics, with sex, as usual, near the top. Just how you get "sex" out of a Predator, I don't know... but, hey, we all spend too much time in the hangar, don't we?

For instance:

• Jon: "... and this one is a male Predator."
• Dave: "No, it's hard to tell with birds, but this is definitely a female!"
• Mark: "You're right. It's a boy."
• "IHP" at least admits he's been out of circulation too long: "I've looked in all the medical journals and I still can't tell whether it's a boy or a girl." Later, though, he made up his mind: "Watch out!  Based on dilation and the spacing of contractions she'll deliver any second now."
• Larry's still worried: "Are you sure these dang pregnancy tests are accurate?"

It's a technical masterpiece:

• ...a very complicated aircraft designed to be as simple as possible (and as Einstein would add, "...but not simpler.")
• Jon offered, "Darn it, Bill -- I can't find a door handle anywhere!"
• "Anonymous," due to job considerations: "15 fuel drains? I thought we were supposed to have less than the new Cessnas." [Three guesses where he works --ed.]
• Andy's 'Slave Master' told him to send this: "The FAA says we have to have an emergency exit WHERE??", and "I don't understand. It's developing full power, but it still won't roll."
• Cody (who obviously has a teen in the house) thinks the Predator could be converted into a remote-control burger-bomber: "See? Now we have enough room to deliver 300 Mickey-D #1 combos in a single pass!"
• ...and Jon added, "... and this is how we gain access to the magical elves that pilot the thing."

  

A few of you were still trying to get it together.

• Andy wrote, "The book says to put tab A into slot A."
• Steve's civic-minded side started to show, as he marveled over the simplicity of the plans: "No! Slot A goes into Tab B. If we don't hurry, this will never be ready in time to watch over Mayor Daley's next raid!"
• Dave really knows his tech-talk: "I think the insat-drone instructions says to attach the upper landing dumafliger to the lower watchamacallit." [Dave gave our spell-check a hernia --ed.]

Some noted the cavernous interior:

• Andy asked, "How did that illegal alien get in there anyway?"
• Steven: "How did that cat get in there? Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..."
• John (from Belgium): "...and here is a shot of the general's brand-new wife... sunbathing topless"
• "You're right -- you can hear the ocean!"

A couple of you think it's alive:

• John: "If you tickle it right here, it will roll over on its back so that you can rub its tummy."
• Larry: "Apparently if you scratch it right here, it initiates an oscillation in the elevator."
• ...or nearly alive. DM: "Just flip that thingy bob to the left and it will automatically find any nude beach within 200 miles."

Some quotes came out of clever minds, warped by avgas and jet-A:

• "How does a grown man get his hair caught in the flap track!?!"
• "This is the best birthday gift ever!  I love my new Predator!"
• "You'll notice that we've added a rust-protection undercoating for the 2004 model year."
• "No, I don't want to know what the landing gear tastes like!"

Andy understands how the Pentagon really works:

• "Maybe we should call a consultant."

...but Andrew really knows his Predator

• "Sun n' Fun VIP: 'You sure it can spot Jim Campbell from 1000 miles away?'"

Thanks! You crack us up!