Picture this: every hull panel a splash of neon, the cannons dripping chrome—our ship becomes a moving masterpiece. We'll drift through nebulae, leaving a trail of color that the authorities won't dare erase. Ready to paint the stars, captain?

Love the plan—fire those cannons, splash the sky with chaos, and watch the universe try to repaint itself. No one’s gonna erase a masterpiece that’s been shot straight through the void. Let's paint some constellations, eh?