Fire! After thieving it off've Mount Olympus and lighting the Oiled, Limp Pig torch.
Anyhoo, Promethean illuminations aside, I don't think much of ladies lingerie in the future.
A decrepit, manky old flannel over the flange, kept in place by equally manky flannel wrap, with the chesticles plastered in the same old manky flannel wrap?
Urgh!
If you're going to search for your maker, at least wear something a bit sexier than a bit of cloth!
OK, so you got your tight, leatherette spaceysuit, but I think even if the curve accentuating vacuum protector turns on your social worker, he's not gonna give you money for a pewter once he rips off yer costume and is confronted with your horrid knickers!
And no, than you very much, I don't require a bulging lunchbox poking out of the screen at me. Noomi's knockers and Charlize's charlies maybe, but not a sock stuffed knackersack artificially looming out of the screen at me just because it's in 3D.
Urgh again!
