it was 94 degrees in nyc today and my relationship with my air conditioner is such that I’ve turned it down to the lowest setting on the highest fan and nothing’s happening and I feel like it’s yelling “I’m giving ‘er I’ll I’ve got, cap’n!” and I’m sitting at my desk on the bridge screaming back “no you’re fucking not!!! does this feel like 62 degrees to you?? turn that compressor back on you bitch! we are at WAR!”
that’s what happens in star wars right














