So you have him,
who's acting now a days is very very very grim.
Can't even call it that.
Better acting comes out of the cat's scat.
And then you have this.
Forget the aliens as they cause no bliss.
If we went with the probe.
Another turd would be shown across the globe.
Instead McClane goes to visit LA.
Where Holly is announcing a new array.
Nakatomi has created a big statellite thing,
To mine asteroids at some space wing.
Of course today is launch day.
John sees something astray.
He gets on the ship,
Gives the bad guys some lip.
Kills one or two.
Then is shocked at his view.
When he goes to get off the craft.
He finds he's up the creek without a raft.
As in, now he is in space.
And has to protect the human race.
For the new terrorists who took over the ship,
Want billions of dollars or they will let their finger slip.
They installed a death beam on it.
And if governments don't comply they are in for some shit.
Of course they try nukes and such.
But it doesn't help much.
Instead McClane is on his own.
With just a super hi tech phone,
Talking to some space flight tech at his work place,
With no other stupid sidekicks to embrace.
Then he has to take them down one by one,
Even as they blow up some town under the sun.
Finally he gets them all,
And now he has to steer the thing back to Earth's hall.
He crashes it into the ocean.
Swears and says he hates the flying motion.
Then crawls out saving the day.
Or maybe he just drowns in the bay.
See, if only they listened to the cat, we would get no trash at the movie mat. Instead we get garbage and more trash, that does leave one with a bad rash. is the cat good or what? See what happens when you don't sniff a butt? Of course he would talk crass and not be all damn or darn, which just annoys my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.