Basically, Maggie Q is badass. Not only was she a formidable foe for John McClane in Live Free or Die Hard, but never has a flak jacket looked so good on a female form. She’s the kind of woman who can make you putty in her hands with a single sultry glance, and then take your head clean off with a perfectly executed roundhouse kick. It’s a blend of constant arousal and fear that keeps a relationship fresh, and endless refills of your Xanax very necessary.
A word from Maggie: “Nigga please I am not anorexic, I am petite because you can’t get FAT from eating field mice and rice; hey that rhymes…”
I have no idea what the above gibberish means but if came out of Maggie’s mouth I’ll take it as gospel. I just hope she’s moved beyond field mice as a source of sustenance. ‘Cause doz field mice be naaaasty!
Look at the antithesis of nasty after the jump!