MacGuyver, you a genius.

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Popeye's chicken so good, I call it "momma slap chicken." My momma always be like, what's your favorite fried chicken, and I instictively be like "Popeye's chicken, momma."

SLAP!!!

And then I be like "your chicken, momma, your chicken!"

Love that chicken from Popeye's (sung).

Now back to our blog.

I would like to commend MacGuyver for his ability to stay cool under the most dire of circumstances. Like today, for instance, I never thought he would be able to get off that missile he was tied to before it launched. In retrospect, it was silly of me to doubt MacGuyver.

I can't help but wonder, though, what he thinks every time somthing like that happens. Is he like "Oh no, I'm really fucked this time," or is it more like "back up off me, I'm MacGuyver?" His calm demeanor and ability to waste no time whatsoever leads me to believe it's more of the second one. Of course, no one but MacGuyver truly knows.

And that's why I'm calling upon Richard Dean Anderson to resolve this matter for once and for all. I'll even let you have the last word, Anderson.