He returned today with his ship his crew and his PANTS unaccounted for. He claims his smartbot was disabled by tea, his weapons officer was brutally murdered by cake and his engineer 's head exloded by an angry stare.
My client pleads contemporary insanity.
That's the third time this month!
I'm sure it's real this time!
One of the mini smartbots is scanning the guy's arse.
The captain simply withstanding the enormous blastwave.
Pilot tying balloons to seemingly everything he could find: a clock, a pair of headphones, one of the worm monsters, a pineapple ... and a boat. And then he gives the worm a name; Photoshop. He named the worm Photoshop.