Lights up. The MFA living room, mid-afternoon. The MFA CHILDREN are playing the Wii while MFA MAMA trudges in and out with a watering can and HOTTER dies protractedly of man-flu.
MIDDLE CHILD (wailing): The Karate Kid is da bess Karate Master in the whole-tire UDAVERSE!
LITTLE CHILD (also wailing): Johnny Cage is better! He would win!
BIG CHILD (placatingly): They're both really awesome fighters.
MFA MAMA: Johnny Cage would kick The Karate Kid's butt all the way to Kyoto and back, transcending sequels, and then mop the floor with his tree gi. If he can hold his own against supernatural freaks like Sub-Zero and Scorpion, no other mortal stands a chance.*
MFA CHILDREN, collectively: astounded gaping
* Yeah, I was playing Mortal Kombat with Putt-Putt tokens as a punk kid on Super Saturday long before any of those little buggers were so much as a twinkle in their father's eye. HA!