We finally got to see him killed off and you had to go and drudge him back up...
Would that not be the perfect job for him, though? "As you can see, guys, it's REALLY WINDY HERE, and, OH HEAVENS, THERE IS NOTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU, WHY AM I CURSED TO FOREVER VIEW TRAGEDY BUT OFFER NO AID? ...now back to you in the studio."
Heh. Pariah.Seriously though, ever Huge FUcking Event (TM) needs a Pariah of sorts.Marvel had one too, but he was badass and had a bald head the size of four watermelons. I speak, of course, of Uatu.I think the important difference is that you always felt Uatu knew more than he was saying, while Pariah knew less. If that's possible.
Uatu whines just as much. Plus, he's got a real superiority complex for somebody that doofy looking.If Pariah's Jim Cantore, then Uatu's, say, John Stossel. Or Barbara Walters.
Uatu doesn't whine; he condescends. "Oh, you pitiful mortal humans! With but a thought I could save you from the endless cosmic rampage of Objecto the Living Thing That Lives. But I have reached such a supreme and ennobling state of enlightenment that I must not interfere."Uatu's not the cable news weatherman getting soaked in the hurricane. He's the guy on the Discovery Channel going on about how, although it's so tragic that the crippled gazelle gets chomped by the lion, we daren't interfere in the wonders of Nature. One will always come across as a melodramatic dope, no matter how sincere; the other comes across as an arrogant jackass, no matter how correct.
This may be the beer talking, but I'm pretty sure I love you.(Don't tell my girlfriend.)
You worry me, Jon
I love everybody. I'm full of love. And candy. Like a pinata.
I'd better get my hockey stick first, before eveyrone else hears...
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