The joke, I'm afraid, isn't of the rotundness of our dear and misadventurous ne'er-do-well, but rather that of the society that can call itself advanced, but can't create simple anti-gravitational solutions. Let us all scoff, neigh, bellow! Bellow at the snail's march of progress! Hah! I bellow from my house which is made of regular brick and not super space bricks as it should! Hah! We relish in our lavish mud huts! Hah!