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Kriffing computer! What is it? I was just looking us Imperialscout's transponder on the long range scanner. It just...dissapeared. The transponders are implanted in the every Rebel. Either IS's transponder has gotten a painful EMP burst, or...Fierfek, I can't say it. Sir! Sir! We've gotten word from General Pirhana! It said... No need to finish it. So... Shab... Has the General taken command? Yes, sir. If IS is dead... Then it's dark days for all of us ahead.

Doesn't it mean, "Jabba's it"? Hutt's aren't female nor male...thank goodness. On the other hand, this is looking great, I can't wait. Some minor gripes, like Dooku and the SBDs, which look like they have a frown printed across their bodies... Ah well, this is going to be just awesome.

Went to Mission: Wolf at the Museum yesterday. Two live wolves are brought to the museum, and they go around sniffing and licking the audience as the trainer talks about wolves. I didn't get any pictures, my camera battery died. Here's one from last year. The wolf's name is Maggy.

Hey, I'd like a tree like that here. It'd certainly be refreshing to see something other than: Pine tree...pine tree...juniper...pine tree. SN, where did you get the lens from? Looks like a custom.

You need to be a knight, then you can make polls. *wink* I usually keep my MOCs together for a long time. I only a have a few MOCs that I really like, and keep, and they there's...others...that aren't colorcoded, experiments that I didn't bother coding. Those get tossed or demolished for something else pretty fast. You can tell I need to sort my Lego bin. *blush*

This is one of the hardest things to do in a kid's game- trying to find enough communication to get the message across, but not too much freedom that ends up in a curse-out. The best thing, I think, would be to do what some games do- have both. A side for younger members that can only choose pre-made sentences, and another that permits free language, with reservations. It is possible to set up a blocker, right?

Wow, this is great. *wub* Some really cool things- the smoke, the street and bridge, the skellies. You have a lot of funny things going on! Great build. *thumbup*

Hmm, that really gives me an idea concerning the Metal Mouth. *devil*

Hi there, sleeping Gamorrean. Have a nice nap? Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod? Not very friendly. How are you? Feels like happy hour at the Outlander. Big bruise, a headache fit for a bantha, and...where's my armor? Your armor's fine. It's got a nice big mark on it where the cannon round fried the paint off, but it's completely intact. MM's in the repair bay cobbling up a better shock damper for you, so you don't get so banged up next time. Do those kind of adventures happen often? Not at all. This one was actually fairly calm.

If you really wanted to, you could try compressed air...Not only is it difficult, but probably also very hard to hide, if you're making a movie. But if you need a spring...

*Ahem* Now nobody kill me, this is temporary until I find the minifig I was looking for... EDIT: Got it. How does it look? EDIT 2: Signature...done. *grin*

Hmm, I don't know whether to say thanks or run. Let's try both. Thank youooooooo! Pig: fobia chamber? Spiders, why'd it have to be spiders. *oh3*

{Metal Mouth exits Hyperspace not far from the Rebel fleet} Whoa! Weapons lock! (Grabs comm unit) This is MM! Stand down! Codeword: encrypted! Gave us a scare there, sir. You were almost Mynock bait there. (The Metal Mouth docks with the medical frigate Kori Star. Jaing and I carry Baaren aboard on a repulsor sled, only to run head-on with a doctor) What the blazes?! Mandalorians! Please! I'm only a doctor! Settle down, there, sir. (Grabs the Sullustan doctor by the collar as he tries to run away) I'm on your side. This man needs medical help. Internal injuries- he got hit by a few cannon rounds. Armor held, but he got shaken around pretty bad inside it. Can you help? Certainly. Come with me.

Great entries, everyone. *thumbup* Just put mine up, entitled, "The Theatre of a Thousand Horrors", in which the Banned Ones are confronted with one of a thousand horrors on the stage. This one just happened to be Hinckley. *tongue* The pics turned out kind of funny and all over the place. *sceptic* The first and last ones look similar to SirNadroj's (which isn't a bad thing!), and the second... Maybe it's because I'm using a makeshift setup. Trying to sell the house- so that means no background on the guest bed, and the lights being held up by ladders.. *blush*

"The Theatre of a Thousand Horrors" A boy dropped into the chamber. It was not what he was expecting; he had been tormented with visions of fire, pain, and death. But no; the room he dropped into was white, and he was sitting in a soft chair. It was a small room, with only one chair and no door. In front of him was a stage. It was quite an average stage. As he looked, he saw behind the stage a blackness. The blackness expanded, dark and infinite as the abyss. It was horrifying. Then, it imploded in on itself, still as dark as doom, but was now merely a hole in the back of the stage. From the blackness of the hole, stepped Hinckley. He began to talk. He talked about himself, about ice-cube trays, and his napoleon complex. He merely...talked. And talked. And talked. None survive the Chamber. Main shot: Full shot: Blackness shot: Hmm, sorry about the randomness of the pics. *sceptic* EDIT: Better pics. Please use this one when making a collage. *classic*

Happy B-day, you two! Have fun. *wink*

I got it. I simply meant that they stuck an old one in his hand. Of course they're going to re-make the mold.

Not to be a pessimist, but I doubt it. They were probably subbing it in for a different part. Besides, it looks like old grey to me. ;-)

How about a SW Make-a-Model contest? In honor of the new greivous, make a model of a SW character. However...I'm not predicting that many people would enter- sounds hard to do. :-/

"You're in Heaven, Bob. Here, anything goes."

... YAHOO! That's great. I'm so glad that TLC brought back the models... Sure, this thing has a few flaws, but not enough to stop me getting it. This is going to look great on a shelf.

Like I said, stuck on a pole... ;-)

:-D I got a laugh from that one. Three things not to trust: The weather forcast, the canteen menu, and Intel. As true as it ever was. <-- Hint hint, future episode. :-P

Hmm, the bed has started to lift off of its legs from all the boxes stuffed under it... :-/ So, I've taken all the boxes, cut the fronts off, and plan to stick them to the walls of my lair.

Well, they are Mandalorian, learning it from the training instructors. Yes, they do the Dha Werda, Dance of the Shadow Warriors, but they're more about the culture, not the language.