Jack Bauer and Co. didn't disappoint last night, as the action-packed drama unfolded over two glorius hours. I was equal parts pissed (the skulking duo of Lennox and Reed planning President Palmers demise in high voltage utility closets); elated (when someone, finally! was made aware of Papa Bauer's pure wickedness) and disgusted (poor Morris and that drill).
Rich, insistent that had he been in Morris' place, he would have attempted to attack one of the terrorists, forcing them to shoot him, rather than be tortured by Fayed's drill and frightened into building the detonator and possibly leading the U.S. to its destruction, kept knocking the poor bastard after his rescue.
Me? I'm guessing I would have folded after the first blow to the head.
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