Yeah... the moose was a lot better. And he could whoop the snot outta Stallone and the whole works of 'em... with one antler tied behind his back.

I always had a thing for Natasha. Mysterious and alluring. And you just knew Boris wasn't getting any. Of course, at eight years old, I knew I didn't stand a chance. I figured she fancied taking a ride upon the flying squirrel.