Star Wars Exhibit at Ben Franklin Institute

I R All about field trip

I think we'll need to dedicate ourselves to a rigorous training regimen in advance of this occasion, so that we're in peak form.

Training eh? We need three cases of beer and Mike Smith stat!

Indeed. We'll go to Bally's and put those treadmills to good use. Nothing builds stamina like having to consume one bottle of beer before the next one reaches the end of the line.

Indeed. We'll go to Bally's and put those treadmills to good use. Nothing builds stamina like having to consume one bottle of beer before the next one reaches the end of the line.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

No seriously, let's do that.

Fade In:

The "Rocky" theme starts blaring and we see Mike Smith sitting on the floor at the end of a treadmill, dressed in a warm-up suit and a terrycloth headband, grabbing beers as they slide toward him and downing them one by one.

Cut to:

Mike Smith standing next to the boxing training equipment, drinking more beer as Brendan, Aaron, and I punch him in the stomach. Real boxers look on, horrified.

Cut to:

Mike Smith hanging upside down from a pull up bar, drinking a beer, dropping the bottle to the floor and the curling his torso upright to retrieve another beer from Aaron. Brendan daubs his forehead with a towel as I monitor his heart rate.

Cut to:

Mike Smith in a track suit with a parachute attached to his back, which is dragging along the ground limply because he's barely staggering along, drinking beers as they're handed to him. Brendan occasionally tries to get the parachute to billow by picking it up for a few steps, but it's not happening.

Cut to:

Mike Smith running into the Empire State Building with a beer in each hand.

Cut to:

Mike Smith emerging from an elevator onto the observation deck, discarding the empties as he pumps his fists into the air.

Cut to:

Panoramic of NYC from the observation deck, spinning around. The music swells to its peak. GONNA FLY NOW....

Fade Out

Could I have hijacked Rob's thread any worse?