So I had this strange vision the other day: me and my brother, decked out in the orange Rebel Alliance flight suits, hopping into a snow speeder, running pre-flight checks and getting ready for combat. Harpoon gun and tow cable, check. Flaps, check. Flux capacitor, check. We run through our routine and John pauses, saying to me, "Joel, I'd just like to say that this is easily the most bad-ass thing ever." To which I reply, "I know, John. I know." Then of course we go speeding off to battle with John Williams conducting in time with the galactic conflict.
Why isn't anyone in the Star Wars universe amazed at what they can do? They've got blasters and giant walking robot vehicles and aliens with butt-faces, but everyone seems to shit a solid gold brick when some moisture farmer makes some boxes float.
These are the kinds of thoughts that kept me trying to levitate my cats when I should have been doing my homework.
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