They said it couldn’t be done. I doubted it. There’s no way George Lucas can make any more of a monumental, catastrophic cock-up to the already, forever tainted Star Wars prequels, they said. I doubted it. How they said, can a film made for the mental age of a cheese grater get any worse? I showed them:
I like R2D2 with his new antenna ears! This will be perfect for my grankids, because my grandson loves Star Wars and my grand-daughter loves Disney. Some hybrids work better than the parents, but they are also usually sterile!
After I sort out my space ship, I’m going to sort out my time machine. When that’s done, I’m going back in time and those damn prequels will pay for what they’ve done!
It is blasphemy or is it scary? It’s too hard for me to think about! Rodent Star Wars!
If there’s any justice in this world, I’ll catch up with Lucas one of these days and it won’t be a Disney production!