Star Date, lost in space (echoey bunny voice)
Food Bowl Status, the Millennium Falcon's upholstery.
Once again stuck on the Falcon, have managed to escape to the cockpit because I think that the big furry guy is visualising my backside as a stew again. So here I go chewing a hole in the seat lining, using the renowned technique of concentrating on one spot. Am past the bit that looks like multicoloured sponge cake. You know if I squint the hole looks like General Nadine bending over.
Com traffic says that SWG has gotten lost again, you know they really should replace the drink vending machine on his x wing with a real astromech. The joke really has gone too far. But only SWG is stupid enough to think that the cans of Lilt that keep dropping in his lap has co-ordinates to the rendezvous, mind you with all the E numbers on the ingredients who can tell. I heard that last time they had to fish him out of a swampy mud-hole all thanks to a chilled can of Diet Coke.
Oh asteroids. The fun.
Food Bowl Status, the Millennium Falcon's upholstery.
Once again stuck on the Falcon, have managed to escape to the cockpit because I think that the big furry guy is visualising my backside as a stew again. So here I go chewing a hole in the seat lining, using the renowned technique of concentrating on one spot. Am past the bit that looks like multicoloured sponge cake. You know if I squint the hole looks like General Nadine bending over.
Com traffic says that SWG has gotten lost again, you know they really should replace the drink vending machine on his x wing with a real astromech. The joke really has gone too far. But only SWG is stupid enough to think that the cans of Lilt that keep dropping in his lap has co-ordinates to the rendezvous, mind you with all the E numbers on the ingredients who can tell. I heard that last time they had to fish him out of a swampy mud-hole all thanks to a chilled can of Diet Coke.
Oh asteroids. The fun.