“Avec une bappe jumbeau” is all it needed, right?

Do you know how many of those bloody things got blown up over the course of two seasons? Death traps, the lot of ’em. I’ll take my chances with the Herculaneum hull, unmatched speed, full auto-repair system and benevolent sentient computer, thanks very much.

Hey, I had other options!

Black Lazarus. I think I may be in special ops.

Apparently I may be able to get a free replacement battery.

Hey, it was the Sixties…

Yeah, a day’s honest work nicking “priceless” Crown Jewels and you’re allowed to root for them because they *still* haven’t made it into the 1%…

What about a serial killer who only kills when the person he’s framing would be the most narratively-satisfying result of the detective’s career?

When I had my bathroom done the first raw materials they moved in were the kilo jars of protein powder…