Alright, alright, fine. We won’t give the little kid a gun. We’ll give him the bomb.

And anyway, at last check, Lou had that gun. Since then, we’ve sorta lost track of it. It’s like Checkov’s Gun, only instead of Checkov’s rule about using it, it just sorta… vanished. So. I guess that makes it more of a Scotty’s Gun. Because he beamed people up, right? That sort of works. That could be thing.

Okay, fine, it’s not a thing. Jeez, you try to shoehorn a new literary term into the popular lexicon every other day, and you just get soooo much pushback from people deciding things need to “make sense” or “have good reasons.” Pah.