Imagine you are Luke Skywalker. You're flying down the V1 Death Star channel, about to shoot the things to blow it up. As you shoot them, someone swoops in and destroys your torpedoes (or wetf they were) and they shoot their torpedoes to blow up the Death Star, but they miss. That's what happened to me tonight. Some of my friends... I wonder why I'm friends with them. It's unbelievable...