At least he didn’t say, “For Lori and I…”

What’s Gnu, Pussycat??  Oh, I know.  Mark has gone from punching bad guys to nursing them back to health.  The explosion should have torn Dirty Dyer asunder from stem to stern, but it seems to only have mottled his complexion slightly, with his butch cut intact and Mark’s giant paw soothing him…  good lord, really??


The Rover is still in hover mode… which I am sure keeps our patient as comfortable as possible as they head to a… Hospital??  I mean they are out in the freakin’ bush, here, people.  It had better be a mud hut with a witch doctor if this story line is to recover any smidgeon of credibility…