The inbox of the Empire’s worst engineer

by george on April 13, 2007

Clearly Joey and I are busy enough that we’re having a hard time with the care and feeding of the Nerdy. Why don’t we start light, and open with a joke this Friday night?

Hey, kid. That trash compactor you designed is up and running and I’ve got to say it looks great. Lots of grime, a magnetically sealed hatch that can’t be opened from the inside, a tentacled garbage creature that practically serves no purpose at all. It’s got everything a salty old janitor could ever want.

One thing, though. It takes an awful long time to flatten garbage. I’m talking a minute or more, depending on how many flimsy poles I toss in there. If our capital ships can boogie at faster than light speeds, why can’t we make a few walls slide toward one another at a speed that outpaces a Hutt’s leisurely stroll?

From the inbox of Nardo Pace, the Empire’s worst engineer.

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