Yoda: Not Again
Just then, Han walked by. "You know, I could really go for a pickle right about now."
Noooo!
Wuaaaaarh! Phlpppt!
After consciousness I regained, up I looked and the bantha I saw. "Bob, you that is?"
Licking me, Bob was. Apparently, attached to me he had become.
"Ew. No! Bad bantha! Bad blind gassy bantha!"
But stop he would not. Getting soaked I was. Grossed out I was. Finally, away from his huge tongue and around to his side, I got.
The "shears" I picked up. A Flowbee they had given me! From all those infomercials I watch, I recognized it. Unfortunately, having trouble figuring it out I was. Of course helping it was not, being swatted repeatedly in the face by Bob's tail.
In disgust, down I threw the Flowbee. A big handful of hair I grabbed with my hands and as hard as I could, I yanked. But out, no hair came. Harder I pulled. Repeatedly I yanked. Much, much yanking I had to do. Finally, into my hand a clump of hair came out. Have to do this will, I thought. To the staging area I headed.
When there I got, to JJ I handed the hair.
"Uh, Yoda, this hair is grey." he said.
"What?!" My own hair I had yanked out! And spare any I can not!