The place is fit for re-habitation

My mission as an ambassador from planet D43 is to engage with the Slavers. So when Buck Rogers returns to this particular universe, in Ranger III (his tin foil propulsion), the place is fit for re-habitation. 

We need Buck so badly, to transport us to the next level.

Meanwhile it’s gonna be a gargantuan task liberating the denizens, dressed like members of the Sun Ra Arkestra, who have obtained an arson of the latest laser technology, they don’t seem to know how to weaponise.

Even historians have told us that war 500 years from now will closely resemble war 500 years ago, it’s just the hardware that will develop. Yet that doesn’t seem to deter us. 

I regard myself as an artist-liaison between the forces of good and evil, to tell all sides to calm the heck down. Tomorrow the sun will rise, so let’s let it shine on a safe little planet, okay?

To say I fear for the future is an understatement. It doesn’t help to say that it’s all going to pan out as long as we keep our administration in order. I’m tired of standing in queues to sort things out, that are basically just a blip on a radar. 

Let me give you a heads-up: the world doesn’t end the moment your license expires. As Pumpkin says to Yolanda, ‘Be cool honey bunny.’