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.
This isn't about harassment. It's about ethics in cat journalism.
Can you please give Golgura a trophy? How about Tallest Monster? I speak not for Golgura now. He is stepping on us villagers out of anger. In his wisdom he has flattened my son.
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