THE STORMS THEY TROOPED
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It was a quiet night aboard the Death Star. Things were getting back on track after the base was invaded by the son of Lord Vader. Lord Vader fended off the apprintence Jedi, wounding him and having him cast off the base.
It was on this night, however, that two Stormtroopers, Greg and Oswald, were assigned for cleaning duty on the bottom of the Death Star.
"Hey Greg, you planning to be done with your side any time soon?", grumbled an irate Oswald.
"Just give me a damn minute here, these stains are impossible to get off!" Greg yelled back. It was then that he noticed something peculiar.
A severed human hand was grasping onto a pipe. Greg yanked the hand off. "Hey Oswald, come check this out!"
Oswald turned down the corridor only to be smacked with the hand by Greg. "This must be the Jedi hand that the intruder lost last week." replied Greg.
"Uggh." muttered Oswald. "Well, what do you reckon we do with it, other then use it in a way that will result in me having to FRIGGIN' KILL YOU?!"
"Let's take this to the lab guys, have 'em look at it. Maybe this still has some Jedi powers in it." said Greg.
"Well let's try it first thing in the morning. C'mon now, it's almost curfew." replied Oswald.