The lights dim, the theater is dark, the audience silent. A thin layer of smoke drifts across the stage, and the sound of rainfall fills the room. A spotlight hits the center of the screen, and Captain O'Neil is seen standing with nothing on but a banjo and some electrical tape around his navel. "Have a nice trip, to hell!" he cries as he dons a pair of sunglasses and boards his spaceship, slowly shrinking away into the distance. Roll credits. | |||||