Apparently, while I was busy drooling on my pillow last night, Scott was busy saving the world from a multi-tentacled alien in a metal suit that pissed him off while he was talking to a former high school teacher who was prepared with a rocket launcher in his backpack.
[I feel like we need this soundtrack]
(Describing his dream)
"...In my plan to save the world, something goes horribly wrong. While I was in the intergalactic battle, I realized I needed a weapon..."
Me: Wait, you didn't have a weapon???
"No, I just jumped on the spaceship with my golf club."
Me: Well, that can be a weapon.
"No, not for an intergalactic battle."
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