Giant walking houses.
Say that slowly with me: Giant. Walking. Houses.
What in the name of a fitful Welsh rarebit fiend nightmare made the people of Betelgeuse think that walking houses would ever be a good idea -- let alone a giant conga line of perambulatory dwellings? There had to be mass buyer's remorse on an epic scale when this started to sink in. I mean, how many kitties went to meet their Maker when they hopped through the cat flap one fine morning only to find it was bouncing along forty feet in the air?