Apparently, Some Visuals are Best Left Undescribed
by Steve West on April 13, 2013
Recent conversation with Brenda:
me: I was thinking about Star Wars stuff the other day and I can't help but see this mental image of the Empire State Building wielding a light sabre and waving it at King Kong. You know, The Empire Strikes Back.
Brenda: Have you taken your meds today?
me: Seriously, Kong took a lot of bullets before falling off. A light sabre the size of a building would have cut him in half.
Brenda: ???
me: I would hate to be on the clean-up crew for that one.
Brenda: I'm going away now.
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