Beedo:
But the odds of successfully navigating
an asteroid field is approximately
726,000 to one!
Matteus:
and they didn't learn from A Very
Brady Sequel either!
Angel_Noir:
"Sir, the odds of succesfully navigating an
asteriod belt make me just wanna spit!"
NoobSaibot:
They appear to be Rice Krispies, sir!
Neoknight:
... and the budget goes downhill...
LuvBJones:
Gosh, I guess the live action
budget ran out...
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JediClone:
OK gang, everybody look at the
token alien. Make it worth the
money ILM spent on him.
HanoverF:
"Luke, Leia, you paint the
Millenium Falcon Yellow, I'll get us
musical instruments and drugs."
Beedo:
IT'S A TRAP!!
NoobSaibot:
Thank you for choosing McZargald's,
may I tsake your order, please?
MrTim:
Ah, yes, the glory days of
American animation!
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Occupant: "RRRRAAAAWWWWRRRR!"
(Which is Wookese for "Good
Morning, Mister Bond.)
JediClone:
Chewie's undergound cable-access
gospel show sinks to a new low.
Not even God Stuff would touch it.
HanoverF:
These Bootleg Fritz the Cat
Cartoons Suck!
Beedo:
Uh oh. Cheie thinks he's a Wampa.
Matteus:
Æion Flux
Angel_Noir:
Chewbacca: MTV Veejay. |
Beedo:
Captain Kayzan here must be
related to the Pringles guy.
Matteus:
any midday 80's nickelodeon commercial
NoobSaibot:
This is all a bad dream. I'm
going to wake up soon.
JediClone:
That's what the Rebellion needs! More
rediculously overweight operatives who
cant run or fight their way out of being
captured!
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HanoverF:
.oO(Should I tell Master Luke
about the electric fire? Nah, he'll
only blame me!)
JediClone:
ETA to "Village Of The Damned"
casting office... 5 minutes" "Master
Luke turn back! TURN BACK!"
Beedo:
...the HELL?! Chewie's mooning us!
Matteus:
Teen Wolf, the cartoon
MrTim:
A long time ago, in a coloring
book far, far away . . . |
JediClone:
.oO(Oh crap. How can I tell Han
I got back with Jake Blues?! Look
out Jerry Springer, here I come...)Oo.
Beedo:
They captured here glassy stare
PERFECTLY!
Matteus:
An animated and frightened
Shannon Doherty
MrTim:
Pocahontas, ladies and gentlemen!
Angel_Noir:
"Help me, Tex Avery. You're
our only hope..."
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