The Rebel Fleet is under attack!














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!
Wash your hands after using the toilet, brush after every meal. And also...
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?
Anakin never have any friends later on like the ones he had when he was twelve. Jesus, does anyone?
When the Rebellion sounds the klaxon for heroes, Biggs Darklighter answers the call!
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