I know that the 1...2....20 million people out there who read my blog really give a toss about the events elsewhere in the universe, so I will explain, in a little bite-sized chunk of bullcrap about the mysterious appearance of the screwdriver set in the rocket.
So...In south France, a dog ran into an office. He shouldn't have been there, so the people in the office chased him. When the dog was out side, he sat down on an onion. This hurt. A lot. So the dog ran around screaming. While a small french man was about to fart in the dog's general direction, a woman in england knocked over a desk lap. The onion turned into a screwdriver, shot out of the dogs arse and disappeared, materialising back inside the spaceship.
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