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Boobie inspector
Yoda is on dagoba, trying to set up his satalite dish.
“Shit reception is, get babestation tonight I shall not. Good idea moving to dagoba was not. GerBug”
Meanwhile, on Tattooine.
Ben Kanobi is at the cantina, trying to stay inconspicuous in his Jedi robes with his lightsabre on his belt, and only occasionally cutting anyones arm off who bothers him
The TV above the bar shows Darth Vader doing a news conference.
“Yes, yes, the death star will be ready for the 2012 coroscant Olympics. Yes, you at the front” says Vader
“Mas Kidfliddler, Bespin news, Lord Vader, is it true when they put you in the suit you cried like a girl?”
Vader raises his glove, and the reporter from Bespin rises in the air, choking, then theres a neck snapping sound and he slumps lifeless to the floor.
“Any other questions” Vader asks.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Says Ben.
“Why don’t you go kill the motherfucker” asks the force ghost of Mace Windu.
“Well I did beat him quite easily when he had all his limbs, but now hes in an iron lung with two false legs, I really should maybe wait another 20 years until I am so old I cant beat him before I have another go.”
“Stupid honkey motherfucker, I’m outta here” said Mace, disappearing in a puff of blue smoke.
At the other end of the bar an attractice woman drops her pen, then bends down to get it, making her short skirt ride up.
“I sense a great disturbance in my pants” said Ben, getting ready to use the force on her pen again.
“Shit reception is, get babestation tonight I shall not. Good idea moving to dagoba was not. GerBug”
Meanwhile, on Tattooine.
Ben Kanobi is at the cantina, trying to stay inconspicuous in his Jedi robes with his lightsabre on his belt, and only occasionally cutting anyones arm off who bothers him
The TV above the bar shows Darth Vader doing a news conference.
“Yes, yes, the death star will be ready for the 2012 coroscant Olympics. Yes, you at the front” says Vader
“Mas Kidfliddler, Bespin news, Lord Vader, is it true when they put you in the suit you cried like a girl?”
Vader raises his glove, and the reporter from Bespin rises in the air, choking, then theres a neck snapping sound and he slumps lifeless to the floor.
“Any other questions” Vader asks.
“I have a bad feeling about this.” Says Ben.
“Why don’t you go kill the motherfucker” asks the force ghost of Mace Windu.
“Well I did beat him quite easily when he had all his limbs, but now hes in an iron lung with two false legs, I really should maybe wait another 20 years until I am so old I cant beat him before I have another go.”
“Stupid honkey motherfucker, I’m outta here” said Mace, disappearing in a puff of blue smoke.
At the other end of the bar an attractice woman drops her pen, then bends down to get it, making her short skirt ride up.
“I sense a great disturbance in my pants” said Ben, getting ready to use the force on her pen again.