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“Get to da chopper!”
Now granted, Predator didn’t have much of a plot beyond “cool-ass alien with dreadlocks hunts and kills everyone in the jungle,” so it’s understandable that many of you may not remember the small plot-point that caused everyone but The Governator to die in the first place - the helicopter that was supposed to extract the commando team couldn’t land anywhere nearby because the area was not secure. If the helicopter could’ve landed where Arnold and company originally wanted, everyone would’ve survived: Carl Weathers wouldn’t have lost his arm and life and, more importantly, Jesse “the Body” Ventura could’ve lived to go on and become a Governator in his own right.
Well, if local residents of Scottsdale, Arizona one day find themselves in a similar predicament, much like Messieurs Weathers and Ventura, they could well end up becoming prime meat-targets for aliens on the hunt. The reason for this is that the city is considering changing a zoning ordinance to ban helicopters from landing in city neighborhoods. While some residents are happy about the idea (for noise and safety reasons) and others are opposed to the idea (because they apparently need the luxury travel only a helicopter can offer), they’re all missing the big picture here:
No allowance for local helicopter landings = obvious point of first contact for next wave of Predator hunting.
Scottsdale, you’ve been warned. Don’t come crying to QuizLaw when all your local residents find their skulls being collected as trophies by “one ugly motherf’er.”






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Posted by josie | July 5, 2007 8:09 AM