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A nine-year-old boy comes down the stairs with a Lego spaceship.
"How do you like my spaceship?"
"What's that?"
"A flamethrower."
"In Car Wars, it's generally considered a bad idea to put a flamethrower in front."
"You mean Star Wars."
"No I don't. You're shooting fire forward, and driving into it. What would happen if you mounted a mine dropper in front?"
"You'd run over the mine and BWOOSH!"
"Exactly. I like combining rear- and corner-mounted spike droppers with side-mounted mine flingers. Anyone behind you is going to hit something."
"Cool! What do you do in Car Wars?"
"Try to blow up the other guy."
"Cool!"
Part-way back up the stairs, some over-ambitious piece of unstable spaceship structure breaks away from the rest, hits the stairs, and continues down, breaking into its component parts. I brace myself for the inevitable non-verbal vocalization of frustration. Instead, after a few seconds, he says, with impeccable composure, "We've been hit."
"How do you like my spaceship?"
"What's that?"
"A flamethrower."
"In Car Wars, it's generally considered a bad idea to put a flamethrower in front."
"You mean Star Wars."
"No I don't. You're shooting fire forward, and driving into it. What would happen if you mounted a mine dropper in front?"
"You'd run over the mine and BWOOSH!"
"Exactly. I like combining rear- and corner-mounted spike droppers with side-mounted mine flingers. Anyone behind you is going to hit something."
"Cool! What do you do in Car Wars?"
"Try to blow up the other guy."
"Cool!"
Part-way back up the stairs, some over-ambitious piece of unstable spaceship structure breaks away from the rest, hits the stairs, and continues down, breaking into its component parts. I brace myself for the inevitable non-verbal vocalization of frustration. Instead, after a few seconds, he says, with impeccable composure, "We've been hit."