I haz a dumb thought. This being a blog, I feel as if I must share.
Star Wars.
The Death Star, size of a small moon. Anywhere between 1000 and 100,000 guys, well, now, charred corpses, in white plastic armor, and a rapidly rotating cast of military leaders.
The Aluminum Falcon, somewhat smaller. The home to two ruffians IN SPACE. Smuggling, living the high life, space hookers and blackjack. Living on space beer and Astro-Quik-E-Mart burritos.
My thought? One word, read as a question.
Plumbing?
well, the Star o Death has a nuclear furnace at it's center. I imagine that solves a fair amount of disposal problems.
ReplyDeleteThe Flying Hamburger? What's to stop 'em from shooting the poop into space? They are, after all, professional criminals.
Of course, Mel Brooks solved that problem more handily by making it a Space Winnebago, even if the vehicle's name was stolen from Space:1999.
The Flying Hamburger? What's to stop 'em from shooting the poop into space? They are, after all, professional criminals.
DeleteTeh Rebellion was Green, man!
How long is the hangover from two-hundred eleventy beers?