Didn’t work for Woody Allen!
There is a bizarre species of aliens that looks just like inflatable beach balls with paper-mache claws. You would think they’d make great pets to have around your interstellar starship, but no. They’re total nuisances.
Swarms of giant killer cockroaches will over-run the midwest.
The Bermuda Triangle, missing aircraft and ships? Aliens. They’ll put them back and in good condition. You might think that either their aim isn’t very good or they’re practical jokers because they’ll return some ships to the desert, but that’s just their way of getting our attention.
Aliens are really musically inclined and are trying to communicate with us through music. What they’re trying to communicate is the co-ordinates of Devil’s Tower, Wyoming. When they get there they will return all the airmen and sailors who were on the aircraft and ships they took. Then they’ll let the kids out to take a whiz.
Bigfoot leaves a track thirty-six inches from heel to toe and makes a sound you would not want to hear twice in your life.
You can dodge the mightiest of Imperial battlecruisers (not the local bulk cruisers, mind you; I’m talking about the big Corellian ships)…by drifting slightly left.
Be careful of where you launch your Voyager probes; you don’t know what (mental) condition they will return in.
To be fair, that’s because the DS I superlaser is very slow firing. It would have taken longer to fire, recharge, then fire again than to just go around the planet.
What, the moon (and any enemy spacecraft already off the ground) wouldn’t have gotten messed up enough by the explosion of a gas giant within spitting distance?
(Or the Death Star didn’t actually have the power to destroy anything larger than a terrestrial-type planet. Which would certainly be reasonable and make sense, but is depressingly uncool. )
Totalitarian governments might provide everyone with their needs, but in the process they’re secretly taking away what makes us individual. Plus in order to be a viable way of sharing resources, they’re secretly exterminating (or genetically re-engineering) people who aren’t ideal.
But the whole society will unravel when someone actually questions the system and whacks the central computer / leader.
Isn’t that like half of the sci-fi movies in the 70s? Seems to be anyway.
In the future, the planets involved in an interstellar trade republic will be ruled by feudal aristocracies. To keep order in the galaxy, they’ll depend on a small band of mystical knights.