They hurt you every time.


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!
Finn lets Phasma know that friends will always be there when push comes to shove.
Darkness falls across the land. The midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize yawls neighborhood...
Lando Calrissian laments over the cost of keeping a steady supply of delicious malt liquor...
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