Well apparently this activity rubbed somebody the wrong way:
I have never been afraid of the local ants found in Minnesota, but I am not ashamed to admit that bugs in general creep me out, and bugs around my home mortify me. If you listen to the audio closely you can hear my Darth Vader-like breathing. Not so much like an ominous tough guy, more like Woody Allen, having a panic attack.
Needless to say, shortly after the video was shot I went inside and got my WMD and nuked those suckers. I beat my fist on my chest in a territorial display and bellowed, "This is MY House! MY House!"
I don't know what the ants thought of it, but my neighbors got the idea.
One of the things that always bothered me about Darth Vader was that clearly the guy was intubated, yet he was able to speak clearly. Based on what was shown at the end of Return of the Jedi, Darth Vader was apparently the recipient of a tracheotomy, since obviously no tubes were running into his mouth. Still the guy could not only talk, but enunciate like nobody's business.
I get it that the deep voice was an amplified projection with special effects to sound scary, OK? What I mean is that the amplified projection should have sounded like a scary amplified person who was trying to talk with a hole in his larynx. But I guess that wouldn't have sounded so scary. Weird that a civilization capable of greater than light speed travel and genetic cloning would have to rely on bionics to put people back together.
That night at the local fireworks display retribution was exacted upon me and my family. Later the boy and I slept out in the tent in the back yard as an intermediate step in the slow transition to a lifetime of camping. We lay together, safe inside the netting and fell asleep as father and son, looking at the stars and dreaming of galaxies far far away.
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