[Last one for the balance of the film, I promise. From here on I’m busy doing my nails and eating ice cream; important stuff, both]

So, after presumably having sex to return Pyghar’s morale, they’re flying and are attacked by a giant teapot. Granted, the attacking craft has two conical domes on its top, making it look like Jane Mansfield’s bosom, so there’s that…

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“They are Leathermen. They are without fleshy substance.”

As opposed to the ones frequenting the Pumpjack downtown who are VERY fleshy.

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Don’t worry, I’ll calm down in a few minutes.

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Barbarella making the blind guy lead the party somewhere seems just mean.

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Now we have Marcel Marceau cosplayjng Albert Einstein.

Oh! And a man who has no torso so you can look right through him.

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Now we’re in a maze with nearly naked people eating rocks.

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New outfit, this one involving Soace Garters holding up her thigh-high Space Boots.

All of which is lost on this angel, who has no sight. Poor Pygar.

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Handy that this guy had a complete outfit in her size.

Also, thank goodness this guy demonstrated how physical love making with him was superior to her wants.

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Calling them ‘garments’ is super classy.

If all that is real, this guy is harrier than Robin Williams was.

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I’m not sure which is scarier: the metal-toothed dolls, or the idea they actually dyed those rabbits that colour of violet.

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