I got your Clone Trooper right here. He's getting busy with Hannah Montana in the walk in closet. Of course they have walk in closets in outer space. Aliens are more advanced. Their walk in closets have windows and revolving doors. And are full of shiny clothes.
Maybe it's just been too long since the last time that I worn anything of than this leaden flesh. You don't conquer the world in your underwear and tattoos. You gotta have a plan. And a bowl full of chocolate. That always helps.
As I was saying to Optimus Prime the other day, Buzz Lightyear don't got nothing on Mr. Incredible. Buzz, he's nothing but a glorified doll. The closest he's ever been to outer space is under the kid's bed. Mr. Incredible on the other hand is not only incredible, but he managed to marry Mrs. Incredible and spawn a whole Incredibles family from her loins and his semen. Did they have an incredible dog? I can't remember. Maybe that was Superman who had the dog.
Halloween always gets me to thinking about these sorts of things. All the imponderables of life and love. All the distractions that fill in the gaps between birth and death. There sure are a lot of them. And the best one of all is Halloween.
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