The itty bitty exploratory committee.
Pato (transmission): Beginning your descent now. 100 feet . . . 200 . . .
Almost 800, and you’re about to drop out of range.
Mata: Thanks, babe. See you when I pop back up.
Well, that looks just ominous enough to be my goal . . .
Hello-o? Any stranded miners around? Don’t leave me hanging, here!
*Facepalm* They drilled in the wrong direction didn’t they.
“The wrong direction! The wrong direction!”-Heinz Doofensmirtz.
He’s been waiting the entire operation to use that line.
Does Pato talk, or does he use a texting to talk thing?
Text-to-speech, when necessary. When they’re both on a job, he usually just lets Mata do the talking for him.
Man, over 800 feet of repelling is intense, and that’s when you’re us-sized. Mata is hard core.
Hmm. They couldn’t attach crystals to the rappelling line occasionally, to pass the signal?