Join Together With the Band, Man
We've got a killer team, and most of us, like, were acquitted. Ben is a simple man that is of a simple mind. Like 'Fire bad, tree pretty.' So we said run, and he took off like a Wookie on fire. And, like, where Ben goes, Aalya is bound to saunter along, sexily flailing her arms and lekku in a seductive manner. It's hypnotic. We should do this more often. That Leia, she used that fork for everything, man. Climbing, digging, swinging, stabbing, a little more stabbing, and in the end, like, winning. Fluke never fails to impress me. He is always so professional about everything he does. He, like, even gave a politically correct gag when shimmying through the Bantha poodu. JarJar made it! Without dying! Damn lucky Gungan. I'm dead, and he escapes a Sarlacc pit. Palps is really spry for, like, a guy who is older than I would be if I were still me, I think. I don't know how old he is, but he did some Jedi Jumping that was like dead-on Master Yoda's Force pogo-stick jumps. I sang to rouse the masses. But you guys don't know Join Together? By the Who? I think we are going to have Rock History classes after all of this is over, and you lot are in the remedial course.
As for voting, like, I'm dead and stuff, so, like, don't have to worry about that whole Jedi impartiality stuff, right? So, yeah, man, good luck.
And J, start making some of them brownies, man. We're all having a loving helping of some of the spaced-out spiced-out chocolate for dessert.
Peace be with everyone, even you Ooteeni pig-dogs.