A Little Pain, A Little Panic
Stress If there were a way to place a microphone in my little noggin, snuggled up next to this infernally overactive brain, between the wrinkles, just adjacent to my temporal lobe, and this microphone could somehow translate the firing of synapses into language, "Terrible" is the word that would serve as notice of a barrage of the loosely cogent, barely related litany of internal arguments on the way. Like this moment of panic when Beaker demonstrates non-flammable paper, I, too, react similarly, in times of duress. However here, it is less of a spontaneous reaction to a perfectly reasonable stimulus, and more like this scene from "His Girl Friday" . While searching for a clip to properly encapsulate the chaos I feel roams so freely in my mind, I also realized there is a distinct lack of modern (or postmodern, I suppose) scenes of banter that I am aware of. I refuse to acknowledge anything that happens in the MCU as banter, or reminiscent of witty, with the exp...