In any of 6 million languages, the truth still hurts…








I come equipped with stereophonic funk producin' disco inducin' twin magnetic rock receptors. Wind me up! I'll dance, I'll sing, I'll play with you!
Indiana Jones quest for the Ark of the Covenant has led him to a deadly confrontation... with his past!
What's colder than even the snowy plains of Hoth? How about a friend who smiles in your face, while planning to stab you in the back?
I have suspicions that the Grand Admiral was stationed above the forest moon of Endor...
As the Empire strikes back, it's time for the Stormtroopers speak up and defend their sullied reputation.
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