Gold Leader: Pardon me for asking, sir, but what good are snub fighters going to be against that?
General Dodonna: Well, the Empire doesn't consider a small one-man fighter to be any threat, or they'd have a tighter defense.
The approach will not be easy. You are required to maneuver straight down this trench and skim the surface to this point. The target area is only two meters wide. It's a small thermal exhaust port, right below the main port. The shaft leads directly to the reactor system. A precise hit will start a chain reaction which should destroy the station.
General Dodonna: [a murmer of disbelief runs through the room] Only a precise hit will set up a chain reaction. The shaft is ray-shielded, so you'll have to use proton torpedoes.
As he approached level 50 Donald understood it would take all of his skill to defeat Darth Vader. If only he could know what happened when he repeatedly pressed the "special power" button.
Okay, I admit this is bad, but I've never posted here before. I have a penchant for enjoying these sort of challenges and my mind never lets go. Here are some more:
Though they understood that the ancient druids danced naked around the standing stones, the group felt that Star Wars wasn't, perhaps, THAT holy and didn't require complete obedience.
Sure, the Star Wars Troop #174 of Michigan could party hard, but tonight they felt that the normal confiscation of credit cards had gone a little too far....
John crossed his arms in frustration. They had been willing to abandon their pants for him! What was this silly distraction that was taking away his power?
As he snapped the picture Andrew bitterly reflected how, once again, his "Campaign For Equal Pants" had been hijacked by the "War on 80's Imperialism".
Comments
Bone Appetit successfully replaced with robot.
Posted by: adam | April 13, 2006 12:51 PM
Hey, hot pants! This ain't the only helmet I'm sportin'!!
Posted by: JJLee | April 13, 2006 12:57 PM
Video strip poker against the dark side.
Obviously they didn't know the power of the dark side.
Posted by: mevdev | April 13, 2006 03:05 PM
I am your pants Luke.
Posted by: The Candidate | April 13, 2006 03:07 PM
Donde esta la case de Pepe?
Posted by: kitty-brand | April 13, 2006 03:22 PM
Stabilize your rear deflectors. This battle station is fully functional.
Posted by: clumsy | April 13, 2006 04:40 PM
Take your pick:
Gold Leader: Pardon me for asking, sir, but what good are snub fighters going to be against that?
General Dodonna: Well, the Empire doesn't consider a small one-man fighter to be any threat, or they'd have a tighter defense.
The approach will not be easy. You are required to maneuver straight down this trench and skim the surface to this point. The target area is only two meters wide. It's a small thermal exhaust port, right below the main port. The shaft leads directly to the reactor system. A precise hit will start a chain reaction which should destroy the station.
General Dodonna: [a murmer of disbelief runs through the room] Only a precise hit will set up a chain reaction. The shaft is ray-shielded, so you'll have to use proton torpedoes.
Posted by: clumsy | April 13, 2006 04:46 PM
As they watched the preview for Episode II the employees of Lucasfilm Ltd silently hoped that, this time, they would not lose their shirts.
Posted by: Dzargul | April 13, 2006 04:58 PM
Creepy Geek Things
Posted by: vicarious | April 13, 2006 05:28 PM
As he approached level 50 Donald understood it would take all of his skill to defeat Darth Vader. If only he could know what happened when he repeatedly pressed the "special power" button.
Posted by: Phoenix | April 13, 2006 06:19 PM
Okay, I admit this is bad, but I've never posted here before. I have a penchant for enjoying these sort of challenges and my mind never lets go. Here are some more:
Though they understood that the ancient druids danced naked around the standing stones, the group felt that Star Wars wasn't, perhaps, THAT holy and didn't require complete obedience.
Sure, the Star Wars Troop #174 of Michigan could party hard, but tonight they felt that the normal confiscation of credit cards had gone a little too far....
John crossed his arms in frustration. They had been willing to abandon their pants for him! What was this silly distraction that was taking away his power?
As he snapped the picture Andrew bitterly reflected how, once again, his "Campaign For Equal Pants" had been hijacked by the "War on 80's Imperialism".
Posted by: Dzargul | April 13, 2006 06:45 PM
cheeky
Posted by: budb | April 13, 2006 07:41 PM
The real reason Luke wanted to go to Tosche Station.
or
Negative! Negative! I just impacted on the surface. Everyone lose the shirts and set up for another run.
or
Okay! Okay! It's your turn next... just keep your pants on.
or
Is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you happy to see me?
or
After this, Strip Pac Man!
Posted by: ironic1 | April 14, 2006 12:20 AM
Spring Break- UWS
Posted by: chris m | April 14, 2006 02:32 PM
is it just me, or is that david livingston in the back on the right?
Posted by: what box? | April 14, 2006 07:38 PM
david livingston who?
Posted by: budb | April 14, 2006 08:35 PM
"is it just me, or is that david livingston in the back on the right?"
That's what I thought, too!
Wait a sec, I'll ask him.
Posted by: B Cookie | April 14, 2006 10:09 PM
nope, it's not david livingston, although he says he's sorry he missed the occasion.
Posted by: B Cookie | April 14, 2006 10:18 PM
That doesn't look anything like David Livingston. David- you look cuter than that.
Posted by: chris m | April 16, 2006 02:26 PM
You can tell by the shoes.
Posted by: adam | April 17, 2006 11:01 PM
Stay on target. Stay on target.
Posted by: ironic1 | April 18, 2006 07:07 AM