Via Kung Fu Monkey, the email inbox of the worst Star Wars engineer. Here’s a sample:
Subject: Trash Compactor
From: Death Star Detention Level Janitor email@example.com
Date: A Long Time Ago 7:46 PM
To: Nardo Pace firstname.lastname@example.org
Hey, kid. That trash compactor you designed is up and running and I've got to say it looks great. Lots of grime, a magnetically sealed hatch that can't be opened from the inside, a tentacled garbage creature that practically serves no purpose at all. It's got everything a salty old janitor could ever want.
One thing, though. It takes an awful long time to flatten garbage. I'm talking a minute or more, depending on how many flimsy poles I toss in there. If our capital ships can boogie at faster than light speeds, why can't we make a few walls slide toward one another at a speed that outpaces a Hutt's leisurely stroll?