"The poets eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and name."

- A Midsummer Night's Dream (V.i)

...there were bigger fish to fry
while, in a Russian Interstellar War
dropped a pick into the Taylor's
mouth and had to figure out
how to get it back, out
while trying not to laugh so hard

-cec