Oh dear this is getting weird. Yet easy to break down for the children.
Btw Fanboy elated nsults only add greater thrill for everyone. And you should reaise this is no longer an argument, the debate before Mauly here came to the party.
yRex - As im sure your familiar with what a graphic novel is so I wont need to teach you nor schol you in the advantges and disadvantages of it. I don't know precisely how many, but from the various panels we are loking at 25-40 lightsaber wielding Jedi, Padawans and Masters, along with a considerbly younger Master Dooku.
Now, Jango with a few Mandalorians at his disposal did not take all of these Jedi, infact his Mandalorians were busy getting smashed about by Dooku, thus no Dooku/Jango fight. But as the fight progresses he is ducking lightsabers, breaking necks and cracking skullls (a particularly nice knee-to-the-face if I may say so).
And lil' Sithy boy - I'm quite happy making a fool of myself because I assure you I look rather eloquent standing next to that accusation.
Of al the things to say you had to fall into the trap of making things up.
Dont worry, it can happen to the best of us, or the worst in your case.
As I quite cearly said in an even fight Greivous would be able to slash Jango's 'kiwi arse' as I put it. Doesnt sound like Jango wins to me.
Oh and as your concept and grasp of basic english sems a lil' under nourished allow me to explain that I thik Obi-wan has a maximum ownage of 100%. Well the RotS mulet and tach' anyway. Now while your contemplate on your foolishness may sing a song? Very well...
(8)It was an April mornin' when they told us we should go
and as I turned to you, you smiled at me
How could we say no
Whoa, the fun to have, to live the dreams we always had
Whoa, the songs to sing when we'd at last return again
Swept New York a glancing kiss to those who claim they know
Below the streets that steam and hiss, the devil's in his hold
Whoa, to sail away to sandy lands and other days
Whoa, to touch the dream, hides inside and is never seen, yeah
Into the sun, the south, the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell in pieces on the ground
Whoa, to ride the wind, to tread the air above the din
Whoa, to laugh aloud with dancing eyes above the crowds, yeah
Seek the man whose pointing hand the giant step unfolds
Guide us from the curving path that turns our feet to stone
And if one bell should ring in celebration for a king
so fast the heart should beat
As proud, the head with heavy feet, yeah
Oooh
Days went by when you and I bathed in eternal summer's glow
As, far away and distant, our mutual child did grow
Whoa, the sweet refrain soothes the soul and calms the pain
Oh, Albion, remain sleeping now to rise again
Wandering and wondering, what place to rest this hurt
For the mighty arms of Atlas hold the heavens from the earth
For the mighty arms of Atlas hold the heavens from the earth
From the earth, earth
Earth/I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
Earth/I know the way, know the way, know the way, know the way
Earth, earth
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh
Ooh
For the mighty arms of Atlas hold the heavens from the earth
Oh/Ahh-ah-ah, whoa/ahh-ah-ah, whoa/ahh-ah-ah, whoa/ahh-ah-ah
Whoaa/Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah, ahh-ah-ah
Woo-ooh-oooh(8)
Thankyou...