Oh wait, you mean you thought I was kidding about there being Klingons walking around in there? Seriously, as funny as this picture is, this guy was TOTALLY intimidating. He had a deep, booming voice and refused to break from his Klingon character in any way. Imagine being all drunk and having this dude come over and be like "Tell me: your mission is going well?" And when you try to fuck with him or laugh he just glares and says something else equally abrasive in Klingon (yes, Klingon as in the made up language that
nerds have actually taught themselves to speak
). Too fucking much. After like ten minutes of awkward, forced sci-fi non-conversation (half of it in a made-up language, no less), I finally convinced him to let me "capture our likeness together on my holographic print cube." Jesus.
Hey, it's Gizmo! This is totally one of those costumes where you buy the pattern and the fabric and your mom would sew it for you. When I was seven years old my mom hooked me up with an "ET the Extraterrestrial" jammie that turned out looking a lot like this one. (She even put a little pen light in the finger so I could make that shit light up. I love you mom!)
). Too fucking much. After like ten minutes of awkward, forced sci-fi non-conversation (half of it in a made-up language, no less), I finally convinced him to let me "capture our likeness together on my holographic print cube." Jesus.
