Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Mako O Te Rangi on patrol.

Another busy day on Mars.

Looking for alien butt to kick (click to enlarge).

Sixty-five million years ago on Mars, you could leave the top down because the air was still breathable and no kidding, you could even get a tan in summer. Things are way way different now, no thanks to the Omegons, who in a fit of rage ruthlessly sterilised the entire planet before they departed in a big hurry. But that doesn't happen for 100s of episodes, long after the Maori tribe have all escaped in a hijacked Omegon' starship.

1 Comments:

At 7:40 am, Blogger d f mamea said...

oh great. just brilliant, Heff. now i'll be humming George Thorogood's Bad to the Bone all freaking day.

 

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