Well, I guess I’m kinda way behind the curve, here. Drone technology has improved in leaps and bounds during the last few years, and not for happy reasons – so the quality of the footage you get back live is pretty usable nowadays, in most cases.
But, believe me, it used to be pretty shoddy, so the idea of relying on audio clues instead of visual ones wouldn’t have been complete nonsense a few years back. So let’s just assume that the Jimmy-kun went for a cheap second-hand drone instead of the newest model, and everything will make sense.
I didn’t think too thoroughly about which model of drone to use, but I made sure it had ducted and covered fans – I knew this thing would end up in Snuka’s crotch, and I wanted some blunt impact force at worse, no slice-and-dice action. I’m looking out for the kid, you know. Within bounds.
Of course it was inevitable that the drone would collide with Snuka’s crotch area – for one thing Snuka is suspended from the ceiling right in the middle of the room, for the other thing the live-feed from the drone to the Bratessor is distorted and laggy, and for the third thing Snuka is Snuka, while the universe is the universe. And still hates him.
The main take-away is that the (small) team has ascertained that Snuka is still in the hut, is still alive and is well aside from a painful throbbing in his crotch area. And being tied up and suspended from the ceiling. So, all in all in pretty good shape by Snuka’s usual bargain-basement level standards of well-being.
More on Monday.