Acbar and Ackbar (with a �k�) Take Some Time Off to Go Curling
The following is an exert from Acbar�s new compilation book, Playing Checkers With the Enemy:
Why must thy issue
These Imperial pants?
They itch and they rub
And they rupture mine hands
They rid up too often
They rip at the seams
Find me some new ones
Or I�ll puncture your spleen
The poor fellow nearly lost it, I tell you. His anger and aggression can be expressed through his many works. Other poems include, �You told me it wouldn�t bite,� �That�s not a hat,� and �Ten ways to blind an Ewok.� But no sister, it doesn�t stop at poems. He went on to write three novels. The first was called Splinters Hardly Hurt my Heart. It dealt with the moral dilemmas of a Bounty Hunter named Woody. I will not mention the other two books because they were banned in 45 systems because apparently they caused random decapitation, Don�t ask me how or why. But ask me who, what, where, and when. I won�t answer you, though. Fooooooooooor�. He�s a jolly good�.. FELLOW. I�m not on ryll! I�m on glitterstim!!! �My fellow Americans, IG-88 is trying to kill me. But I�ll smoke him out of his cave.� To everyone�s dismay, IG-88 didn�t mind smoke and he didn�t own a cave. So the bath never did empty. The sink never drained. The sun never set. The toilet never clogged. Everything was going wrong in the galaxy until Hoth Rebel Trooper (That�s his name and you better believe he�s back, Jack) rose from the heavens and gave you all a little second helping of The Last Grand Admiral. It�s back, it�s better. Welcome to your last stop for the next three million light-years. I mean, there�s no harm in making a pit stop. |
