Corey- Sorry. I thought it was you who made all those rules. I guess that explains 2 questions. And as for the college thing... whoever you met was just too immature to say, "Yeah. I watched Barney when I was kid. I used to like it." There was a woman like that last year- she flunked. She used to say she was better than any of us, and that she never needed anyone to teach her to read. Yeah, well, look where she is now. Probably scrubbing toilets someplace.
Dragon leans back sips his A&W;, and enjoys the festivities happening at his planet. All these foolish wars... why can't we have peace? Suddenly, Dragon remembers what the roachies did to his first ship. It was a long time ago... (Can't you ust imagine on TV, where they have those little bubbles, and it goes B&W; to show that its a flashback, and you see the stuff around the- OK, I'll stop now)
Dragon was cruising along in his new shuttle, creativly named, "Shuttle". ( I actually did that with my first ship!) He pretty much considered himself a roachie, because he kinda liked Pepsi. That would soon change. A group of Pepsi fighters were ordered to shoot him down, just for practice. He ejected, just in the nick of time... After that, Dragon swore to revenge his beloved Shuttle. After starting his own, "peaceful" comapany, Dragon soon gained fame and fortune. He developed a secret fleet, planning his hostile takeover...
As Dragon snapped out of his reverie, he noticed that his teeth were clentched and his root-beer bottle was crunched two 1/4 its normal size. He pretended to have fun the rest of the day, but was inwardly waiting for the games to end. That night, he called his advisors together in a council of war...
When the blue sun broke the next morning, a different sight met it's gleaming eyes. The peaceful and happy planet, with its harmony-loving people, had been transformed over night into a top-notch offensive facility. Villages were gone, hidden underground, and the bubbly little Zamoreths (native species of the planet) were converted to their other stage. Larger, much larger, in fact. At 10 feet tall, the Zamoreths were an intimidating sight; there was no distinguishment between the beatutiful woman that had lived in a cottage the night before, to the formidible amazon, outside of her base camp, that stood before Dragon now.
"Your highness, we will be ready to move within the hour," said the gargantuan fighter.
"Good. Ready my fleet. We set course for Sol immediatly.