“I’m going into space with Shatner’s face.”
“Bullshit. No, wait - you’re going to get a mask made?” Barry checked the edges of his: a latex Charlton Heston-Brad Pitt fusion thing.
“I mean his actual face. I’ve got a line on it. During the Panic, some nerds froze him so he wouldn’t cross over. It’ll blow my savings to get it but what the hell, eh? I’
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