In which Jason and Melysa Martinez review the trailer for Iron Man 3.
When I was a kid in the 80’s, all I wanted was to be half-boy, half-robot. I even asked my mom to schedule a doctor’s appointment so I could get half my body replaced with robot parts. I guess I assumed the doctor was going to be like, “Whatever you say, kid—you’re the boss!” and chop my arm off with a meat cleaver, probably with a crumpled cigarette dangling out of his mouth. “We got a whole shipment of kid-sized robot arms in the back. Want me to replace your brain with the parts from your Commodore 64 while I’m at it? 64 kilobytes of RAM! How about a floppy disk drive for a butt?”