The Silverhawks board their silver hawk and rocket into space. Well, they rocket from one point in space to another point in space to be more specific. Bluegrass notes the fact that they're approaching their target destination, so like any good airline pilot, he begins to jettison the passengers out of the cargo locks.
However, in an utterly unpredictable fashion, the Silverhawks somehow survive being shoved out an airlock and begin to magically fly! Wow, being dipped in metal sure does work! I'm going to go jump into a vat of liquid steel tomorrow so I can fly around and breathe in space. I'm young, I'm impressionable, I don't see any reason why I shouldn't. If kids can shoot each other because of violent television shows, why can't I immolate myself in an industrial warehouse accident? I certainly hope the people who created Silverhawks are still in business, as my family will undoubtedly want to sue them.
A thousand years ago, dudes were dying from splinters, but now the wizard potion that cleans our light wounds costs less than a Dr. Pepper in 1994. I love this medicinal 7up.
U2 and Apple have conspired to place a U2 album into your music in the year 2014. You own a U2 album. And you can't get rid of it.
Ron Paul spins in his chair, trying to grab his decorative antique musket but Freddy gets it first.
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