Tue May 17, 2011 5:30 pm by Dragus
*Dragus activates GM powers.*
*And so it was that the Sith took the Ewok to his bed chambers aboard the Grimblade, proceeding to do the unmentionable (cuz there are kids and such) to Chirpa. I won't bore you with the details. Though rumor has it there might have been other Woks involved. At least four, with accessories. To this day, Dark Lady Trace hasn't been able to get the smell of wet Ewok off of those bed sheets.*
*And yes, she does do all the Order's laundry. No, we don't pay her. She does it out of love. Well, okay, she only does it because Dragus sneaks his laundry into Bacca's hamper. The Cyclops would never notice the difference. Guy has like only one eye. Gosh, give em a break.*
*Anywho, following this, Dragus set off to go kill some more Jedi and all that fun loving Sith jazz. He left the wedding preparations and all that other junk up to Chirpa, with a few instructions.*
*Number one, it has to be held at Bright Tree Village. Number two, no Jawas allowed. And finally, number three, everybody is invited. Mando, Sith, Jedi, Wok, Sock, Clock....it doesn't matter. As long as Dragus gets to walk down that isle, s'all good baby.*
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*As Tooka took-a piddle on the carpet, shaking in his widdle furry booties, the doors to the factory flung open. A squat human of middle years and over indulgence (Mmmm, fried chicken) stood in the archway and shouted at the top of his lungs.*
"Oye, it's over! The battle is over. His majesty, the Great Drageeny, Scourge of the Seven Space Ways and Deflower of Wok Virginity, has agreed to marry the invaders leader. Bacon and beer for all!" *Notices Tooka.* "Uh, bacon and beer for you too, little guy. But after you mop up that mess you made on the floor. I know this planet is infested with pigs, but this ain't no sty."
*Grognak, who was about to make Tooka go all squishy like, halted from his hurt handling and let out a squeal.*
Grog: *Squeal!* *Yeah, that's all I got today. Err, I mean, which translates into basic as, "Bacon? I love bacon! Despite the fact that I am swine in nature and this particular meat seems oddly familiar. Yet due to my lack of intelligence, I am unable to put two and two together, and realize that the bacon is actually made from processed Gamorreans."*
*The Gamorrean janitor ran out the door, heading towards the party that was taking place outside. Flagons of ale and platters of meat were in great abundance.*