We rip into the intersection, and here comes this colossal tractor-trailer with its horn blaring. My jaw drops. I see nothing but chrome grille and headlights…

Nothing but an Imperial-class star destroyer about to T-bone us.

Diesel fumes. Sudden death.

Rest In Peace Doc Harrison… your dad’s been abducted, your mom’s off “finding herself” in Seattle, and you still don’t have a girlfriend.

Seriously unfair, right?