My Monday Morning Musing
Sometimes I think about those pesky Joes and feel sorry for them. They only exist because of us, and besides trying to save the world from the threat we present, they don’t have much to do. In times of intense COBRA strategic development, the Joes just hang around their bases and attend schmooze-fest events.
The only thing I’m slightly envious about when it comes to life as a Joe is that their recruit registry isn’t a total sausage party, whereas we rarely get the ladies wanting to sign up. Maybe that’s for the best. The women of COBRA tend to be really pushy anyway, so it’s probably a good thing that there are so few of them.
