I was all about that shit until the "peace" part. I'm hoping for Galatic war so we can blast the crap out of some two headed man eating alien bugs.
As for the mating with Gods...I have no doubt I am the spawn of a superior being, and hangin with you guys makes me absolutely sure of it.
Yep, someday I'll be feasting on your flesh with my lobster fork, get used to the idea, it will make the quickening easier for you.
.....and please, in the meantime...start basting yourself with butter, I like butter.
so if I'm clear on this, instead of building bikes you've been twisting up some bombers and indulging is some sophomore navel gazing. end the madness. alien gene pool my ass, build the damn motorcycle.