JediClone:
Greetings to all my friends out there
in the audience! I just want to let you
know, that trading card wasn't
staged... It's all me baby!
HanoverF:
"Quickly R2! You'll make me late
for the free ana- err Oil lube!"
Beedo:
If they do a public service announcement
against smoking, I'm outta here.
Angel_Noir:
Somehow, the trick-or-treaters could
always tell which house was JediClone's.
MrTim:
"One, two, one, two, three, four:
o/` We three drunks from Omaha are/
Spending Christmas Eve in a car./
Sipping, drinking, glasses cli-in-king/
Who needs a lousy bar? o/`"
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JediClone:
"Could you tell me where that
yellow jacket gettup I had is? I seem to
be wearing an out-of-continuity outfit"
Beedo:
Will you marry me?
Matteus:
will you marry me?
MrTim:
Han's proposing to Chewie?!?!?
Well *this* puts a whole new
spin on their relationship!
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Occupant:
I'm already too big a star to
be in this dreck
HanoverF:
Chewie meet Drunkie
Beedo:
Laughing on the inside, plotting
murder on the inside.
JediClone:
And then it occurred to me..."what
do I need an agent at all for? I'm Harrison Friggin Ford!
My bombs
make more money than most blockbusters!"
J-Man:
I love you, man! (You're still
not getting my Bud Light.)
Angel_Noir:
"I'm sorry, sir. Gentlemen are required
to wear a tie." "There goes a whole
line of action figures!"
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HanoverF:
"So, Chewbacca, is it true what they
say about Wookies with long names?"
JediClone:
3PO looked away, unable to face
them. He was still living down the
shame of the time he got drunk on bad
oil, removed his plating, and streaked
the Episode One set.
Beedo:
Time for the gang-bang scene!
Angel_Noir:
"Quick! Its a Starlog photographer!"
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Occupant:
Leia always has trouble remembering
the words to Kumbaya.
HanoverF:
"Well, I told Tarkin this was the
location of the secret rebe base, we
have about ten minutes to vamoose,
better get going!"
Beedo:
o/` Star Wars! Those nutty
Star Wars! o/`
J-Man:
PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE
OF GOD, NO!
JediClone:
o/'... and that's what you get
a Junkie for Christmas..
Matteus:
she has a barbell going
through her head!
MrTim:
She's spitting on some poor kid
who came up asking for change
Angel_Noir:
Chess and Star Wars collide on
the next "You're Shittin' Me Theater"
presentation of "Searching for
Carrie Fisher".
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Occupant:
Appearing in this special was only
the first in a series of bad carreer
moves for young Mark Hamill
LuvBJones:
Wishing he had died in Vietnam...
Beedo:
.oO{Fett had the right idea. I'm
going to kill my agent, too.}
JediClone:
.oO(Next to her drunken
singing, a friggin' car wreck
would be pleasant...)Oo.
Matteus:
Jim Bruer! (sp?)
MrTim:
Pondering the realization that in
twenty years his career will consist
of playing psychos in cartoons. |
