[Strategia_In_Ultima]

You arrest the Fremen for using the Spice for something other than a means to make your food taste better.

You dissolve the Spacing Guild for using more Spice than you did up to date.

You order the capture of any forum members with a pic that looks like something edible.

You order the arrest of all other forum members for NOT having a pic of something that looks edible.

You instruct McAfee to modify the anti-virus programs to automatically delete the Mushuns Sporacy when found, or else!

When your ships want armor, they simply liposuct some body fat away from you and slap it on their hull. Last report was that an unarmed scout with just a centimetre of emperor-fat armor successfully rammed and destroyed a battlemoon without suffering any damage.

New intelligent life froms start evolving from your liposucted body fat as soon as it's out of your body.

One year later, you go to Rigelon IV again, and contract an even more vicious flesh eating disease. The doctors STILL give you 37 years to live.

First Contact with crystalline races always makes you wonder: "I wonder how big my plates could be if I let them manufacture them..."

Psychic races cannot penetrate your skull with their telepathic powers.

Ancient races start building a generation ship to get the hell out of here at the start of the game.

Pirates thrive under your rule. They can intercept any ship they want, as long as they deliver all the food they capture to you.

You conquer Temporal Manipulation races so they can condense time around your farms to make production go unbeleivably faster, at one harvest per second... and STILL you're hungry.

One month later, you need a BIG ringworld to keep your pants up.

One month after that, you need the total length of a Triple-Molly to keep your pants up.

You encompass several system.

You don't have blood vessels... you have blood WARP POINTS.