Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften...
I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. Saving the world with meals on wheels. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now,...
The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. Don’t act so surprised, Your Highness. You weren’t on any mercy mission this time. Several transmissions were beamed...
