I am not a huge sci-fi fan, but I do know one thing for sure. Never, ever, let someone named Snotty teleport you. Your butt could end up in front of you. This technology is not presently available, but I am pretty sure that Spaceballs was set in the future and you are going to be damn near 30 years younger than me. So teleporting will obviously be a mode of transportation at your disposal.
If you ever meet a guy named Scotty, and he has a Vulcan friend, then by all means. Go ahead! It sounds like a great way to get around. But one wrong letter and Snotty is in charge, and then you are screwed. You will be looking down at your buttocks wondering what in the hell went wrong. I care enough about you to know that I never want that to happen. You aren't even born yet and Dad is already looking out for you. That's love soybean.
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