cluless Wrote:
At the end of the day, I like a happy ending. I want Flynn back in the real world, on his Ducati (shaven preferably! lol) and re-discovering that boyish humour and a lust for life. That was one of my disappointments from Legacy that Flynns character was so different, not a fighter, the sparkle had gone. I think the look from the movie made him look older than he is. Looked cool in Iron Man.
Anyway, that's my piece said for now.
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LOL. Actually I was thinking the same thing for months, but instead of shaven, Kevin's back in the real world, steps into Sam's new home and gets picked on for the "ZZ top" look

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Sam: (snickering) Since when you''ve been rocking the ZZ top look, pop?
Kevin: (in biker jacket, boots, and long beard and shades) Hey, now! ZZ Top WAS cool! AND they still are! How can you say your old man's not cool enough!?
Holograms of TRON and CLU watching both of their banter in amusement.
Kevin looks at his Ducati for a moment.
Kevin: What'd you do with it's engine here? Swap it out?! What'd you do that for?
Sam: C'mon Dad! It's just a tune up! She needed an upgrade. Really!
Kevin: Swear to god?
Sam: I. swear. to. God.
Kevin: Does she purr?
Sam: Of course she does! Here's the key! The bike's always belonged to you. Riding it was the only way I can remember you.
Kevin: Thanks, son.
Lora and Allan shake their head in amusement. Kevin hops on it and extends his hand to Lora.
Kevin: For old time's sake, Lora. C'mon! What do you say?
Alan elbows Lora.
Alan: It's alright. I can catch up with you guys on my moped.
Lora: (hopping on) Where to then?
Kevin: How about that chinese place we all used to hang out at? A little dim sum and drinks?
Alan: Oh it's still there.
Kevin: Really!? Some things never change.
They speed off. Sam laughs it off.
CLU: (turning to Sam) Well. I think it's time for you to go to work, kid.
Sam: Wha?
TRON: Work. You know. The job of a User? Your father asked us to keep an eye on you.
Sam: What!? Oh my god. He made you my babysitters? You've got to be kidding me.
CLU: (smiling and pointing to the computer) As System Admin, I order you to work. And NO games. Quorra can wait, too.
(or something like that)