Only Imperial stormtroopers are so precise…








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!
As the countdown to Christmas continues, Soul Santa is checking his list, and the days of the calendar....
The Empire strikes back, as the Stormtroopers take on all naysayers and refute their sullied reputation.
Whether you're a scoundrel, princess, or walking carpet, everyone is looking for love in a galaxy far, far away.
Lando Calrissian laments over the cost of keeping a steady supply of delicious malt liquor...
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