(From “Master Comics” number 52, 1944.)
We men will NEVER ask for directions, not even if we’re being shot at!
You don’t need directions when you got RADAR EYES, baby!
Seize them? Shoot them? Wouldn’t that be significantly easier the other way around?
Notice that he didn’t say MY radar eyes. I think he was referring to the guy that sold him a map.
Maybe they’re all terrible shots, kingmonkey, and won’t be able to hit their targets until said targets are seized and held still, preferably at point-blank range.
I also have X-ray eyes, baby. Nice underpants…