I want to have coffee on a cloud with you, I and someone wearing a powdered wig.

I also was wondering what a conversation with a star (as in the thing in the night sky, gas burning BILLIONS OF LIGHTYEARS AWAY IN A FOREIGN GALAXY) would be like. Maybe it might go down something like this.

Bronson: Wow! You look positively glowing.

Star: I can't help being a thermonuclear fusion darling. By the way nice coat. Politix?

B: No, Saxony? Got it at the Myer end of financial year sale.

S: Stimulating the economy?

B: Totz.

S: But I think you need a tan, you skin is luminous.

B: Bitch, I pride myself on my pasty complexion.

S: (laughs because Bronson is HILarhious!) you want to dance? (Bronson does and nods and Star wipes out Lady Gaga's "bad romance" and there start pulling out monster awesome moves)

...







......yep and thats would go down.