Okay, I had a really weird dream last night... very Blankfacesque... I was at an air show and a plane came out that generated it's own gravity. The pilot came out danced around and jumped up and down while it was zig zagging through the sky. His cat slept on the thing the entire flight. I won't go into anymore details, but it ended with me piloting it and talking to the ghost of Robert the Bruce.

what did you and Robert the Bruce discuss?

he thought my flying machine was the shit, and how he could kill and frighten the English with it.

i love it!

sweet spaceship!

sweet drawing!