Nor do I feel any shame in having The Black Knight's Castle on my coffee table in the living room, for tonight surely the Green Bandits will finally be able to get enough string together to scale that inaccessible abode. One small step for Legoman, one giant hunk out of your frickin' wallet. No the pain I'm talking about is the cost. I'll never be able to complete my ultimate goal of simulating a small medieval shire with a population of about three thousand peasants, a few hundred knights, and a dozen nobility in the various rooms of my house. To pay for it, I would have to sell the house, shrink myself to about an inch in height, and move into the bloody castle.
Realism is key.
And then I'd walk around with a shotgun, randomly blasting castles and space stations to simulate natural disasters and war. Ah, good old Legos. This freakish creation is aimed at babies. Start 'em young, move 'em up to Duplos, and by the time they're eighteen they'll be building remote-control Lego robots with no hope of ever reproducing. If you're a Legoholic and you're afraid to invite people over to your studio apartment because the kitchen has become Cape Legocanaveral for your Space Set, then you belong on the web.