This could also be a joke about Star Wars Arcade but to hell with drawing that huge cabinet. Anyway, the story goes that on the last mission of X-Wing, the famous Death Star Trench Run, I turned the monitor off and let The Force guide me to hitting the exhaust turret just at the right time.
Did I really do it? Were my reflexes that razor sharp back then? Was I too busy playing Super Mario Kart instead? Who knows! I can barely remember what I had for breakfast these days. Must be all the bourbon I put on the cork flakes.
God damn do I want a new X-Wing game.
Oh and I promise not to draw another comic here without colour!