
Either that man who is exclaiming that he's died and gone to heaven has mistaken the slightly demonic-looking green man for an angel, or he has a very specific fetish. In either case, that man is insane and in really no state to fly a helicopter, let alone anything more complicated than a wagon.
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Things that really don't work...
-- Helicopters are way too noisy to carry on a "witty" exchange of "quips."
-- Is the Vulture holding on to the side of the chopper? Just hovering there? Huh?
-- Pilot stubble, ugh. That guy should be smuggling cocaine from South America, not transporting valuables in NYC.
-- What happened to Peter's camera? Left on a ledge? Stuck into a magical, two-dimensional Spidey-Pocket? Stuffed where the sun don't shine?
My, Vulture, what shiny teeth you have there!
Is it just me, or does it look like the Vulture's costume is made of corduroy?
I guess it'd be easy to wash, but it doesn't seem very menacing.
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