I'm doing my annual rewatch of Terminator 2, and I always feel for the poor bastard in the hallway with the can of Pepsi.
Poor guy. He never knew it was going to be his last day on this Earth... He probably rolled out of bed, putting on his new pair of Bugle Boy jeans, his suspenders, and driving to work in a car that he was still paying. He was just doing this job... repairing a light fixture here, lose a few cents in a vending machine there. Never did he think that he would be put smack dab in the middle of a gunfight between two robots.
I'm gonna drink a Pepsi in your honor today, Mr. Handyman.
Poor guy. He never knew it was going to be his last day on this Earth... He probably rolled out of bed, putting on his new pair of Bugle Boy jeans, his suspenders, and driving to work in a car that he was still paying. He was just doing this job... repairing a light fixture here, lose a few cents in a vending machine there. Never did he think that he would be put smack dab in the middle of a gunfight between two robots.
I'm gonna drink a Pepsi in your honor today, Mr. Handyman.
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