 JediClone: . . . . . . I got nothing |  Reynard: Oh man, come on, Lucas. It's not like your first three were any good. |  TravisBickle: Dude, Threepio brought the keg! You rock, golden dude!  TravisBickle: Why do they call them Dewbacks anyway? "Extreme carrying of stormtroopers! Whooo!" Aaaahh....  E_B_A: "Woah! Amazing! A laser-operated film of a mysterious woman revealing dark secrets! Beam it over here!" *R2D2 ROTATES BEAM TO LUKE, KILLING HIM INSTANTLY* Soozcat: In the new remix, she forgets to turn off the transmission and starts to strip. *fanboys instantly forgive Lucas for everything, even Howard the Duck*  Jazzsoda: "Christ, didn't they have any smaller spoons?" "It's all we could buy with dirt." "This place sucks." "Hey, you be grateful for the dirt we have. Kids in... space... would kill for that dirt." "I doubt that seriously."  TravisBickle: While Luke busied himself with looking for seashells, he was oblivious to the fact that R2 was immolating Buddhist monks in the background.  Jazzsoda: "I find your lack of faith disturbing." "Wait, hold up... *does a line off the table* SNNNNIIRRRT... Woah... Yeah, nevermind, it sounds like a good plan now."  Soozcat: *trying to get 3D chess set to load up* *bangs table* *blows on cartridge*  Jazzsoda: Turns out the Force has no actual mind-clouding effects, Kenobi just beefed rankly with the top down and they were quickly waved through.  GizM: Nice to see Tarkin has a steady supply of Nyquil and Dayquil on his shirt  InsideOutMan: *pulls his finger* *Alderaan explodes*  Reynard: "Concentrate, Luke, feel the Force flowing...crap, is that a moth?" "WHERE?! WHERE?!" *lightsabers the fuck out of everything*  TravisBickle: "Okay Ben, I think I almost have the hang of it. Really, I let it sting me a couple hundred times, but I feel... Ben?... YOU'RE NOT EVEN IN THE GODDAMN ROOM, ARE YOU?!?" *cruel laughter from upstairs*  JediClone: "Fuzzy dice?" "Check!" "Lets roll!"  GizM: "And I want a picture of kittens on it." "Imperial kittens?"  echostation: "Luke! Will you stop staring at those droids humping over there and listen to me for a second?"  Jazzsoda: "Oh no you don't kid, this ain't like flyin' no speeder back in the desert. This here's a Death Star! It... it's round and shit!" *collectible C3P0 baking pan falls over in the background* "CUT!!"  Hippie: I hate when I'm chasing the rebellion invaders and get stuck at all the reds.  Reynard: "Give me my danged money you consarned contraption!" "Grandpa, let me help-" "Where's the danged manager? Or that nice teller lady with the tits?"  Hippie: I guess some blasted fan just told them they're brother and sister. Hey, it was an innocent "handjob for luck"! Lousy spoiler!  Occupant: I see your schwartz is somehow . . . fluffier than mine.  TravisBickle: "I can't believe that old man I met twelve hours ago is gone from my life forever." "Oh there there, it's not like you're whole planet with billions of people blew up. No no, it's all about you."  Occupant: Can scan the UPC code on a box of frozen broccoli at twenty paces  TravisBickle: "Hey Princess, ever see an explosion that big?" "Yes... *sob*" "Sheesh, what's her problem?"  echostation: "You want me to pull through Arby's or something?"  Jazzsoda: Christ, Threepio, the gay pride parade's not 'til next week. Let's keep that midriff in check until then, ay bud?  Occupant: *stops short* *endures 16 hours of surgery to dislodge binoculars*  JediClone: Have him. Have him. Have like 10 of him. Never made him. Have every Astromech they ever made. Think I have him.Have too many of HIM. Have her. Have lotsof him. Have him. Have every Wookie figure they ever made. WHO'S HE? |
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