In my formative years, I was a sucker for the bombers. I think they're just elegantly beautiful. The fighters were like Amanda Nunes. Short, stocky, strong, fast, and angry. Not necessarily wholly unattractive, but you're signing on for the physical manifestation of explosiveness. The bombers were like Charlize Theron. Long, lean, efficient and clean. Unfortunately, not too good in a fight. I haven't really thought about how I feel about them after fully grasping the degree to which they were a deathtrap.
If you're asking today, give me the mosquito. That thing was an absolute unit.
