GUY: "Hi...do you have any robots?"
ME: "Well, I have this here C3PO and this R2-D2."
GUY: "Those are droids. I'm looking for robots."
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9 comments:
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
::uses the Force::
Affirmative.
The Ballad of John and C-3PYoko
Happiness is a Warm Gungan
A Hard Droid's Night
Sexy C3PO
PS I Love IG88
Drive My X-Wing Fighter
Ob-La-R2, Ob-La-D2
Lovely R2D2
I'm clipping one corner off your nerd card.
So you're not just a smeany, you're also a smuck.
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