Doesn’t matter how far you evolve (“Excuse me - what does God need with a starship?”) or, let’s face it, how far you travel in terms of length (“No matter where you go, there you are”) - you’re still frelled. Screwed. Fucked over. Whatever.
Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride to Tartarus in a hand-basket.
Let the party begin!
#VMMDI = Vodka Made Me Do It