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This is not the iPod commercial I remember...

So, which cantina puppet is Mr. Plunkett named after?

“Dude, I saw Coltrane last night. Totally jazzed my pants.”

I bet someone could hook you up. But I think the RotJ-Endor-Stormtrooper helmet is more appropriate, personally.

“How come kids get all the coolest stuff?”

I don’t spend my points on ONLY stamina for nothing, Lydia...

“Huh? Hey, watch it!”

Yes! The new 2017's are in!

Yeah, Cruz would’ve been alright. Plus, President Look-at-this-fish-we-dredged-up-from-the-bottom-of-the-ocean has a certain ring to it.

Here we go...

Michael Jackson’s Thriller down the street at 7-11

GOOD.

If one squints and imagines oregano haphazardly strew across one edge of it.

Or eat Ramen Noodle.

Wonder how many black guys he had to fight for that down at the Nonsense Store.

Inside a real R2...

Undoubtedly from trying to claw his way out in order to renegotiate his contract.

I think it would be cool if there were some Matrix agent-like NPCs that, while never knowing who they could be or when they would suddenly aggressively and frighteningly start trying to kill you.