The Forbidden One on the Death Star
After a long grueling week, there's nothing Stormtrooper Bruce looks forward to more than Movie Night with the guys! As such, STB usually goes all out, knowing they feel the same way. However, tonight, he received an urgent plea for help, so he and the guys packed up the essentials and took the party where it was needed the most!
Fett: Well, look what the exhaust fumes of a Jawa Sandcrawler blew in. Welcome to my humble rust bucket cargo hold! Took you long enough!
STB: Well, we came as soon as we got your cryptic message. But... um.. I thought you were in desperate need of help!
Fett: Well, if that's all you brought, then yes, I am in desperate need of help.
TK-1110: Hold on there. We lugged all this down here in record time! You could be a little more grateful.
TK-432: And you still haven't dusted! I told you guys we'd need something to sit on!
STB: So, explain again why you needed our help. And it better be good!
Fett: Well, your Precious P has forbidden me to roam the ship this time. Doesn't want anyone to know I'm here. Can't leave this deck without his Bodyguards as escort. Not even to the Mess Hall!
STB: Either you just delivered him a very special bad guy, or he's about to give you a list of very special bad guys to go pickup.
Fett: Either way, I'm stuck here playing arcade games and darts with Chewie, and I can only stand to lose so many times, if you get my drift! And please tell me you have some pizza's coming later. That charcuterie board isn't going to last any time if Chewie gets hold of it first!
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The Forbidden One on the Death Star
After a long grueling week, there's nothing Stormtrooper Bruce looks forward to more than Movie Night with the guys! As such, STB usually goes all out, knowing they feel the same way. However, tonight, he received an urgent plea for help, so he and the guys packed up the essentials and took the party where it was needed the most!
Fett: Well, look what the exhaust fumes of a Jawa Sandcrawler blew in. Welcome to my humble rust bucket cargo hold! Took you long enough!
STB: Well, we came as soon as we got your cryptic message. But... um.. I thought you were in desperate need of help!
Fett: Well, if that's all you brought, then yes, I am in desperate need of help.
TK-1110: Hold on there. We lugged all this down here in record time! You could be a little more grateful.
TK-432: And you still haven't dusted! I told you guys we'd need something to sit on!
STB: So, explain again why you needed our help. And it better be good!
Fett: Well, your Precious P has forbidden me to roam the ship this time. Doesn't want anyone to know I'm here. Can't leave this deck without his Bodyguards as escort. Not even to the Mess Hall!
STB: Either you just delivered him a very special bad guy, or he's about to give you a list of very special bad guys to go pickup.
Fett: Either way, I'm stuck here playing arcade games and darts with Chewie, and I can only stand to lose so many times, if you get my drift! And please tell me you have some pizza's coming later. That charcuterie board isn't going to last any time if Chewie gets hold of it first!
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