“I love Spaceballs!” the barista says.
I tell her I love Spaceballs, too. That’s why I’m wearing an official “Spaceballs: the t-shirt.”
We discuss both sides of “The Schwartz,” the possibility that Mel Brooks may have had something profound to say about environmentalism by telling a story about an evil and incompetent leader who squandered his planet’s air supply, and the gift that was John Candy.
“Personally, I think we need a Spaceballs movie for every new Star Wars movie,” the barista says.
“Preach!”
“I’d watch the hell out of those,” she says. “And it’s not like the Star Wars universe is going to run out of shit to parody. Sure, the Star Wars fanboys will melt like little snowflakes if someone makes fun of their thing, but who cares? Those dudes suck, and I want to know if Princess Vespa and Lone Starr lived happily ever after, or if their kids had issues. I’m betting they had issues, just like Han and Leia’s kid, who was a real piece of work.”
“You are Yogurt-level wise,” I say. “You s…
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