Robert, in turn, rattles off the obvious, that if six are remaining, and only three will do the final show, then the next few challenges will be difficult. Hooray for math!
Forget six-to-one, it’s more like sixty-to-one she’ll show, much less place.
The Challenge: Future Imperfect
Yes, this weeks challenge is to design clothes that will be popular in 2055. *yawn* Fifty years from now I’ll be living in my flannel bathrobe, so what do I care?
. . . Jabba the - huh? What’s that? Not sci-fans, are you? Okay then, let’s get back to our designers.
Will the world have ended? That could pose some difficulties, I suppose.
I get it now. That means the sand people on Tattooine were in sequined evening gowns under their protective robes! It gives you a whole new understanding of Lucas’s great epic.
Frankly, the Judy Jetson look is starting to sound like a couture classic about now.
In the future, we’ll be wearing copper and peach power suits, it seems.
In the year 2055, there will be no coffee - at least, that’s what Robert predicts. (Note to self: commit suicide on 12/31/2054.)
everyone knows that by 2055 we’ll have microchips implanted at the base of our skull that will be connected into the worldwide interweb instanet making cellphones, palm pilots and ipods unnecessary.
Wendy explains her belt idea to Kevin, and soon the two are giggling and clasping hands like an old couple at a screening of Coccoon.
Tell it to the pod, judge!
And we musn’t forget the black patches on the shoulders, which we are pretending are solar panels.
Look for it at your local Der Wienerschnitzel in about fifty years.
If only he had cracked the whip and made those designers sew their pods.
Can you hear me Major Tom?