LIKELY CRASH AND KILL US ALL
Zoe: Proximity alert. Must be comin’ up on somethin’…
Wash: Oh, my god! What can it be? We’re doomed! Who’s flyin’ this thing?
Wash: Oh. Right. That’d be me. Back to work.
We love Wash. His dry sense of humor. His deadpan delivery. His calm in the face of impending disaster. He’d be awesome to have by your side, and not just because you’d end up with plastic dinosaurs in your ship’s glove compartment. Also because you never know when you might need to pull a Crazy Ivan.