My teenage angst bull shit has a body count. It's 106 miles to Chicago, we have a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. The Blues Brothers 14. I know ye can fight - but it's our wits that make us men. My father always said - the things we like most in life are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
Brains stick with brains.
The bomb could go off and their mutant genes would still form the same cliques. Fools aren't born, Pongo - pretty girls make them in their spare time. Girl Friday 7. Bluto's right - psychotic, but right. Now, we could fight them with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives.