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.
And you thought women had one-dimensional script intros that treated them like sex objects. Ewoks have it even worse.
No one seems to like the new Doom box art. But it's still the same old Doom Guy under that space marine helmet. Right?
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