Great Scott!


I come equipped with stereophonic funk producin' disco inducin' twin magnetic rock receptors. Wind me up! I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll play with you!
Indiana Jones comes perilously close to finding his way into a tomb, that hard way!
Soul Santa takes umbrage with Yuletide logistics...
Whether at war or on a trek, everybody is a star... unless the lie about their credentials to land a cushy job in engineering.
When it comes to matters of the heart, the Outer Rim is the Kentucky of the Galaxy...
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