Warning: This is a @buttershrimp'y kind of thread. If you're looking for cold, technical, informative pieces of information for your brain, well... Hoosh! Go look elsewhere.
Tesla is under attack. According to experts, Tesla is approaching Terminal Decline. The company is a mess, and Model 3 will most certainly become their downfall. The mission. The accomplishments. The brand. Doomed.
You see The Dark Side is strong right now. Pure, unadulterated pandemonium is on the doorstep. Palpatine has a big, fat smile on his face, because the end - yes, the end - is very, very nigh.
Moooowaaahhhhhhhhaaahaaaa!
Who are we to do anything about it? What purpose do we serve in all of this? Which piece of the puzzle do we represent?
We are the Rebels.
We are, for lack of better words, the only hope. We are the ones blasting away at the the Empire - staying on target, staying on target - covering Porkins - using the Force. We're the bones and the gravy. The joint. Camouflaged, stealth, in the middle of Mos Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Perfect.
But be afraid, be very afraid. That's no moon. It's a space station. Some of us - aaaaawww, me included - are weak. We're being tempted to join the Dark Side. Sometimes, it's irresistible. It feels so right. It smells like... The truth™.
Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, as it did Obi-Wan's apprentice.
Post your feelz. Post your mind. Post status now.
Tesla is under attack. According to experts, Tesla is approaching Terminal Decline. The company is a mess, and Model 3 will most certainly become their downfall. The mission. The accomplishments. The brand. Doomed.
You see The Dark Side is strong right now. Pure, unadulterated pandemonium is on the doorstep. Palpatine has a big, fat smile on his face, because the end - yes, the end - is very, very nigh.
Moooowaaahhhhhhhhaaahaaaa!
Who are we to do anything about it? What purpose do we serve in all of this? Which piece of the puzzle do we represent?
We are the Rebels.
We are, for lack of better words, the only hope. We are the ones blasting away at the the Empire - staying on target, staying on target - covering Porkins - using the Force. We're the bones and the gravy. The joint. Camouflaged, stealth, in the middle of Mos Eisley spaceport. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Perfect.
But be afraid, be very afraid. That's no moon. It's a space station. Some of us - aaaaawww, me included - are weak. We're being tempted to join the Dark Side. Sometimes, it's irresistible. It feels so right. It smells like... The truth™.
Anger, fear, aggression; the dark side of the Force are they. Easily they flow, quick to join you in a fight. If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny, consume you it will, as it did Obi-Wan's apprentice.
Post your feelz. Post your mind. Post status now.