The Klingon archaeological party entered the tomb hoping to find treasure, but all that remained was the skeleton of R2D2.

The strange looking alien guy from star trek with the ridges in his forehead looked especially despondent as he sent an invisible death beam from his space capsule in order to put R2D2 permanently out of his fly-infested misery.

Noticing that R2D2 was overwhelmed and burdened by horseflies, the drone informed Worf that it was time to put the little droid out of its misery.

Born aloft by flying monkeys, the trash can battled the bloodthirsty drone, while the caveman observed, confused by this timeline.

The flying monkeys laughed as they held their quarry aloft, trapped in a metal garbage can that the angry drone pummeled with percussive massagers attached to its lightning arms. On a green hill far away, Robinson Crusoe still didn’t know what day or time it was.

through the tundra, a strange assemblage could be seen: the ghostly figure of a french trapper, ranging north, ever north, toward the frozen ocean; in pursuit, a trash can from which only the eyes of a vicious bugblatter beast of trawl can be seen, shining in the darkness, and carried by a winged monkey; and in pursuit of them, a Battlebot named Tombstone, wielding double Lightning Bolt Magic cards, shining through the darkness.