Time passed; the world completed its long, slow, ugly slide into destruction; and there came a time when Adam The Savage clambered out of his Fearsome War Mech to inspect his new conquest and spotted a familiar face.
"Jamie!?" he half-shrieked.
Jamie looked vaguely annoyed, but he still clasped Adam's hand with the same strength and sincerity he'd always possessed. "I knew it was you out there when I heard what happened to my ballista," he said.
"I should've known it was you when I saw that ballista!" Adam laughed. "How the hell did you end up here?"
"Long story," Jamie shrugged.
"Well, tell me about it over a drink. I figure I owe you one at this point."
Adam had never really stopped smiling, but he felt like he definitely needed that grin-ectomy when Jamie finally responded with a small smile of his own.
Mythbusters/Mad Max series (ish)
"Jamie!?" he half-shrieked.
Jamie looked vaguely annoyed, but he still clasped Adam's hand with the same strength and sincerity he'd always possessed. "I knew it was you out there when I heard what happened to my ballista," he said.
"I should've known it was you when I saw that ballista!" Adam laughed. "How the hell did you end up here?"
"Long story," Jamie shrugged.
"Well, tell me about it over a drink. I figure I owe you one at this point."
Adam had never really stopped smiling, but he felt like he definitely needed that grin-ectomy when Jamie finally responded with a small smile of his own.