To thine ownself be true.






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!
George Lucas insists that he has the original Star Wars trilogy planned out in advance. He's either a liar, or a very, very sick man.
Grand Moff Tarkin lets's Count Dooku know that it's always darkest before dawn...
Dig those crazy special effects, as the Doctor undergoes the first regeneration, courtesy the latest in state-of-the-art 1960s television...
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WTF? I hope he tears your arms off!
If Chewie is as good at tearing arms off people as he is at fixing droids, then I have nothing to worry about!