Okay, are we sure that DeVoe is gonna launch the machine from an airfield?
If he's shooting five satellites into synchronous orbit, that's the latitude he needs. And whether or not he's still moping around about his wife ditching him, he's gonna resurface. And he's gonna do it soon. When he does, I whoosh, you whoosh. She bangs.
If I get there in time. I mean, I'm still not fast enough to make it to DeVoe's pocket dimension.
That's why we split up. Yeah. Each one of us stakes out a different ...