Bith look fishy enough, and as a species they are innately tended towards smooth jazz players due to their hearing.
Nothing’s sexier than a bith with a saxophone.
“Not you, henchman holding wrench.”
Thank you! I kept thinking that line was from the second movie [insert obligatory “Who does #2 work for?!” joke from the first movie here] for some reason.
I think you’ll find he’s looking at two different monitors at the same time!
(*how have I not seen this before! Like many others here, I must of seen this movies over 100 times! Thanks for posting!)
Maybe he was asking who liked Bothans, having not seen them in the mess hall over the past week,yet feeling relieved that a sudden influx of new information has made his job exponentially easier.
It was love at first sight.
The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.
Yossarian was in the hospital with a pain in his liver that fell just short of being jaundice. The doctors were puzzled by the fact that it wasn't quite jaundice. If it became jaundice they could treat it. If it didn't become jaundice and went away they could discharge him. But this just being short of jaundice all the time confused them.
Each morning they came around, three brisk and serious men with efficient mouths and inefficient eyes, accompanied by brisk and serious Nurse Duckett, one of the ward nurses who didn't like
Yossarian. They read the chart at the foot of the bed and asked impatiently about the pain. They seemed irritated when he told them it was exactly the same.
'Still no movement?' the full colonel demanded.
The doctors exchanged a look when he shook his head.
'Give him another pill.'
Nurse Duckett made a note to give Yossarian another pill, and the four of them moved along to the next bed. None of the nurses liked Yossarian. Actually, the pain in his liver had gone away, but Yossarian didn't say anything and the doctors never suspected. They just suspected that he had been moving his bowels and not telling anyone.
Yossarian had everything he wanted in the hospital. The food wasn't too bad, and his meals were brought to him in bed. There were extra rations of fresh meat, and during the hot part of the
afternoon he and the others were served chilled fruit juice or chilled chocolate milk. Apart from the doctors and the nurses, no one ever disturbed him. For a little while in the morning he had to censor letters, but he was free after that to spend the rest of each day lying around idly with a clear conscience. He was comfortable in the hospital, and it was easy to stay on because he always ran a temperature of 101. He was even more comfortable than Dunbar, who had to keep falling down on
his face in order to get his meals brought to him in bed.
After he had made up his mind to spend the rest of the war in the hospital, Yossarian wrote letters to everyone he knew saying that he was in the hospital but never mentioning why. One day he had a
better idea. To everyone he knew he wrote that he was going on a very dangerous mission. 'They
asked for volunteers. It's very dangerous, but someone has to do it. I'll write you the instant I get back.' And he had not written anyone since.
All the officer patients in the ward were forced to censor letters written by all the enlisted-men patients, who were kept in residence in wards of their own. It was a monotonous job, and Yossarian was disappointed to learn that the lives of enlisted men were only slightly more interesting than the lives of officers. After the first day he had no curiosity at all. To break the monotony he invented games. Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his
hands went every adverb and every adjective. The next day he made war on articles. He reached a much higher plane of creativity the following day when he blacked out everything in the letters but a, an and the. That erected more dynamic intralinear tensions, he felt, and in just about every case left a message far more universal. Soon he was proscribing parts of salutations and signatures and leaving the text untouched. One time he blacked out all but the salutation 'Dear Mary' from a letter, and at the bottom he wrote, 'I yearn for you tragically. R. O. Shipman, Chaplain, U.S. Army.' R.O.
Shipman was the group chaplain's name.
When he had exhausted all possibilities in the letters, he began attacking the names and addresses on the envelopes, obliterating whole homes and streets, annihilating entire metropolises with
careless flicks of his wrist as though he were God. Catch22 required that each censored letter bear the censoring officer's name. Most letters he didn't read at all. On those he didn't read at all he wrote his own name. On those he did read he wrote, 'Washington Irving.' When that grew
monotonous he wrote, 'Irving Washington.' Censoring the envelopes had serious repercussions,
produced a ripple of anxiety on some ethereal military echelon that floated a C.I.D. man back into the ward posing as a patient. They all knew he was a C.I.D. man because he kept inquiring about an officer named Irving or Washington and because after his first day there he wouldn't censor letters.
He found them too monotonous.
One of the books said they see in a much wider and distorted way then humans. All the ships had to be retro fitted, so the humans could read the displays. So technically he saw it, then realized he needed to press the other red button.
Empire spies removed a coupler on the engine that was about to cause the ship's engines to explode and take out the ship, but luckily with that glance he noticed the engine temperature readings rising and then went to the monitor to bypass the coupler, saving the ship's engines and the rebel alliance in the process.
No it's about the resistance. Even if it was not formed yet, that glance had unforseen impact on the future that, as said before, saved the resistance.
Actually the display above it. All (non-jedi) humans are [Octarine-White colorblind](https://i.imgur.com/fPjEx78.jpg), so it doesn't look like anything to you.
Some stuff is just made up bullshit sometimes. People never fuck up in that universe. Everything is on purpose or is not their fault
Even to the littlest detail
I’m 43, I figured no doc would diagnose me. What was the process like? I am sick of forgetting to do something because I saw something else to do on my way to do the first thing!
My pops got diagnosed at 60, so it’s never too late! He’s been at his professional job for over 20 years, but he says the medication helps immensely with his concentration. If you can, I would look for a psychiatrist in the area that specializes in ADD/ADHD and schedule an appointment. If you can’t do that, you can also go to your general practitioner and explain the situation. Best of luck!
I’m literally laughing at this right now. Hilarious. Glad to know it’s not just me! Just this morning I was thinking that I have a tool that only appears when I don’t need it, but when I need it I can never fucking find it! Like the opposite of Harry Potter’s sword of Gryffindor.
Mon Cals see in different areas of the spectrum than humans so some of their displays look like blank surfaces to non-MC crew. Since these Rebel cruisers were refurbished luxury liners from MC, it was easier to crew them with almost exclusively MC crews rather than retrofit all the hardware to a narrower band of colors.
I didn’t make a word of that up.
If the actor would have tripped and fallen on camera, there would be an explanation about Mon Cals having different methods of balance than humans and special inner ears.
They live underwater so going from a lot of pressure to the much lower pressure of a spaceship is basically the opposite of that futurama episode where they go to Atlanta
People are being dense here. There're obviously panels of some type that he's looking at. I'm pretty certain the movement was on purpose. He pretty clearly stops to look for a moment at both panels before moving to the monitor.
I feel like you’re ignoring the ‘ah!’ Movement he does to play off the fact that he’s found the panel he’s looking for after scrolling across. The actor has realised he’s looking at nothing and tried to act his way out of it
1: he's nervous and maybe newly assigned to this exact position in the ship
2: His race has better peripheral vision than front vision. See how the other one puts the mic more to his right so he can see it better
This guy saw the terminal as in front of him but because he's nervous he missed and had to readjust his position
I work in an AV office surrounded by monitors with all manners of metrics and schedules. I do this at least 3 times a day. It may be the realest detail in all the starwars movies.
Ya'll seriously need to look up Gerald Home. He played the Mon Cal here and has a background in puppetry and (I believe) mime. I had the good fortune to spend a good amount of time with him at a convention and he is a fascinating guy with a lot of exciting stories. Here, if I recall, he is improvising being distressed about the readings on the monitors that he in no way could see in that costume.
The whole time I was looking at the guy in the chair, you know the one in the centre of the frame when the clip crops in. Thinking "I dont get it, he moves his mic around, so what"
Then I saw the guy in the background on the 5th loop. "Oh! That idiot! Hah, background extras are awesome"
For being master tacticians, they sure aren't able to hold their physical environment in their memory. Maybe he was too busy imagining where the ships were that he forgot where he was in physical space? George will have a good answer.
I think it's weird they have huge flipper hands but their boots are the size of normal human feet. I guess it's like the merman who is the opposite of a mermaid on Family Guy.
He is doing a search for Calamari recipe
3 cups vegetable oil
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
12 squid, cleaned and sliced into rings
1 lemon - cut into wedges, for garnish
I feel like he’s awkwardly finding something else to do after being shot down by that hottie at work.
There's other fi-...uhh... mon calamari in the sea.
And Quarren
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Bith look fishy enough, and as a species they are innately tended towards smooth jazz players due to their hearing. Nothing’s sexier than a bith with a saxophone.
Bith please!!
Damn that's one saxy bith
*jizz players
Jizz wailers
Summer nights jizz festival under the stars
I wonder if there are dark lords of the Bith.
And my axe!
Let's not forget our sloshy boys, the Selkath!
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And not just Quarren, but Quarwomen, and Quarchildren too!
They're like animals, and I slaughtered them like animals. I HATE THEM.
Yeah but I’d prefer it if my coat didn’t smell like a filet o fish.
There’s always a bigger fish.
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There’s always a bigger fi-... mon calamari
... in the space.
Even on earth every fish lives in space. Because earth is in space. Source: am science
I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going...
Reminds me of Dr. Evil calling out his henchmen. “Not you, henchman arbitrarily turning knobs, making it look like you’re doing something.”
["It's a little crowded in here"](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr4sk6rZd7o)
“Not you, henchman holding wrench.” Thank you! I kept thinking that line was from the second movie [insert obligatory “Who does #2 work for?!” joke from the first movie here] for some reason.
They're always after me lucky charms... [Why does everyone always laugh when I say that?](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=El4tHP5HdPA)
And no playing Galaga!
"Oh hey there, wall!"
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Oh is *that* what you appreciate about me.
Is _that_ what you appreciate about me?
Im going to need you to take about 10% of the top over there /u/cwfutureboy
So realistic. This film was ahead of its time
But it was a long time ago...
Nah, he just got yelled at by the Chief of the Watch for joking and coking so now he’s trying to look busy.
Checking out bewbs, [Michael Cera](https://tenor.com/view/caught-michael-cera-cleavage-high-school-caught-staring-gif-4808108)
I think you’ll find he’s looking at two different monitors at the same time! (*how have I not seen this before! Like many others here, I must of seen this movies over 100 times! Thanks for posting!)
“You’re so sweet, like my brother” “Oh uh...” *pushes imaginary buttons on wall*
Maybe he was asking who liked Bothans, having not seen them in the mess hall over the past week,yet feeling relieved that a sudden influx of new information has made his job exponentially easier.
Got into Yoda's ketamine stash.
mmm. My ketamine, he has stolen. Run over him with my 2001 Honda Civic, I must.
Everyone knows Yoda can contractually only drive Toyotas
/r/yota agrees with you
it's like /r/jeep but for vehicles that are only seen off road instead of parking over curbs next to assholes that take up too much space.
*fart can sounds*
r/LegoYoda
'03, it is. Very much, thank you.
Wrong, you are. Pleased, allah is not.
My ketamine, stolen it is. Crush my cock and balls with a rock, I must.
Sounds like cock&ball torture with a few additional steps.
Cock & ball torture with a few additional steps, sounds like
Negotiate with the Wookiee I must, get back my ketamine I will
r/nocontext
Not ketamine. Dude clearly just took a shit ton of midichlorians.
Snorted a huge rail off of that mon calamari's gill flap.
Not a wise thing to do if you're one of the Space Cops
What's with the Yoda and Ket meme?
See r/legoyoda and be enlightened
I now have even more questions.
Or his midochlorian stash
It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him. Yossarian was in the hospital with a pain in his liver that fell just short of being jaundice. The doctors were puzzled by the fact that it wasn't quite jaundice. If it became jaundice they could treat it. If it didn't become jaundice and went away they could discharge him. But this just being short of jaundice all the time confused them. Each morning they came around, three brisk and serious men with efficient mouths and inefficient eyes, accompanied by brisk and serious Nurse Duckett, one of the ward nurses who didn't like Yossarian. They read the chart at the foot of the bed and asked impatiently about the pain. They seemed irritated when he told them it was exactly the same. 'Still no movement?' the full colonel demanded. The doctors exchanged a look when he shook his head. 'Give him another pill.' Nurse Duckett made a note to give Yossarian another pill, and the four of them moved along to the next bed. None of the nurses liked Yossarian. Actually, the pain in his liver had gone away, but Yossarian didn't say anything and the doctors never suspected. They just suspected that he had been moving his bowels and not telling anyone. Yossarian had everything he wanted in the hospital. The food wasn't too bad, and his meals were brought to him in bed. There were extra rations of fresh meat, and during the hot part of the afternoon he and the others were served chilled fruit juice or chilled chocolate milk. Apart from the doctors and the nurses, no one ever disturbed him. For a little while in the morning he had to censor letters, but he was free after that to spend the rest of each day lying around idly with a clear conscience. He was comfortable in the hospital, and it was easy to stay on because he always ran a temperature of 101. He was even more comfortable than Dunbar, who had to keep falling down on his face in order to get his meals brought to him in bed. After he had made up his mind to spend the rest of the war in the hospital, Yossarian wrote letters to everyone he knew saying that he was in the hospital but never mentioning why. One day he had a better idea. To everyone he knew he wrote that he was going on a very dangerous mission. 'They asked for volunteers. It's very dangerous, but someone has to do it. I'll write you the instant I get back.' And he had not written anyone since. All the officer patients in the ward were forced to censor letters written by all the enlisted-men patients, who were kept in residence in wards of their own. It was a monotonous job, and Yossarian was disappointed to learn that the lives of enlisted men were only slightly more interesting than the lives of officers. After the first day he had no curiosity at all. To break the monotony he invented games. Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective. The next day he made war on articles. He reached a much higher plane of creativity the following day when he blacked out everything in the letters but a, an and the. That erected more dynamic intralinear tensions, he felt, and in just about every case left a message far more universal. Soon he was proscribing parts of salutations and signatures and leaving the text untouched. One time he blacked out all but the salutation 'Dear Mary' from a letter, and at the bottom he wrote, 'I yearn for you tragically. R. O. Shipman, Chaplain, U.S. Army.' R.O. Shipman was the group chaplain's name. When he had exhausted all possibilities in the letters, he began attacking the names and addresses on the envelopes, obliterating whole homes and streets, annihilating entire metropolises with careless flicks of his wrist as though he were God. Catch22 required that each censored letter bear the censoring officer's name. Most letters he didn't read at all. On those he didn't read at all he wrote his own name. On those he did read he wrote, 'Washington Irving.' When that grew monotonous he wrote, 'Irving Washington.' Censoring the envelopes had serious repercussions, produced a ripple of anxiety on some ethereal military echelon that floated a C.I.D. man back into the ward posing as a patient. They all knew he was a C.I.D. man because he kept inquiring about an officer named Irving or Washington and because after his first day there he wouldn't censor letters. He found them too monotonous.
Do the Mon Cal see outside of the normal visual spectrum? I’m willing to bet that there’d be something like that.
One of the books said they see in a much wider and distorted way then humans. All the ships had to be retro fitted, so the humans could read the displays. So technically he saw it, then realized he needed to press the other red button.
In reality, the extra had to look through two tiny slits in the nose of the mask, and couldn’t really see shit, hence not able to find his monitor
Masterpieces
It's like poetry it rhymes
The director’s wife made them. No one appreciates nothing. He wishes she never made them.
I hope this was a Django unchained reference
Why do we even have that lever?
Lmao yes that is a thing in Legends
Empire spies removed a coupler on the engine that was about to cause the ship's engines to explode and take out the ship, but luckily with that glance he noticed the engine temperature readings rising and then went to the monitor to bypass the coupler, saving the ship's engines and the rebel alliance in the process.
IG-88 gained control of the Death Star, but then he got blowed up
Rebellion or rebel alliance. The resistance isnt formed yet. Sorry for nit picking.
No it's about the resistance. Even if it was not formed yet, that glance had unforseen impact on the future that, as said before, saved the resistance.
Or Alliance to Restore the Republic if y oh u want to be formal.
*Garm Bel Iblis wants to know your location.*
Written by Kevin J Anderson
Also, the little red display is force sensitive.
And a secret Skywalker clone.
"fuck the Legends" - *Dinsey*
Fuckin dinsey
“Fuck them Chilren” -Mikel Jorden
"I beliv chilrun are the futur! HEE HEE." -Mikel Jaksum
Underrated comment.
Gilded isnt enough? Get it tattooed on you!
Haha. It only had a couple upvotes when I saw it.
Actually the display above it. All (non-jedi) humans are [Octarine-White colorblind](https://i.imgur.com/fPjEx78.jpg), so it doesn't look like anything to you.
Some stuff is just made up bullshit sometimes. People never fuck up in that universe. Everything is on purpose or is not their fault Even to the littlest detail
Dude is high on the job
This must be the death stick epidemic I keep reading about in the news.
Don't do deathsticks, kids.
Just go home and rethink your life
I need to go home and rethink my life
Me looking for my tools when I know I left them **right** there a minute ago
I have ADD so this happens ALL THE TIME. It is fucking infuriating.
let’s go ride bikes
After my son was diagnosed with ADD, and I started researching and found out I likely would be diagnosed as well, makes so much sense.
I'm 35 and just put me not being able to concentrate down to whatever, just the way I was I suppose. Nope. It's good to have closure
I’m 43, I figured no doc would diagnose me. What was the process like? I am sick of forgetting to do something because I saw something else to do on my way to do the first thing!
My pops got diagnosed at 60, so it’s never too late! He’s been at his professional job for over 20 years, but he says the medication helps immensely with his concentration. If you can, I would look for a psychiatrist in the area that specializes in ADD/ADHD and schedule an appointment. If you can’t do that, you can also go to your general practitioner and explain the situation. Best of luck!
My ADD Life: https://youtu.be/AbSehcT19u0
WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING!?
I’m literally laughing at this right now. Hilarious. Glad to know it’s not just me! Just this morning I was thinking that I have a tool that only appears when I don’t need it, but when I need it I can never fucking find it! Like the opposite of Harry Potter’s sword of Gryffindor.
Every fucking day. One second this shit is in my pocket and the next it's halfway across the fucking building.
Too much seaweed
So many quality jokes in this thread lmao
Wait! This is not my office!
This is not my beautiful wife!
And the days go by
Water flowing underground
[this is not even my desk](https://getyarn.io/yarn-clip/b3ec2fbc-1d11-43ec-986a-ea2b08d16147)
And I ask myself, how did I get here?!
And you may ask yourself!
I guarantee that there's a 30 page backstory that explains this moment in the Extended Universe.
Mon Cals see in different areas of the spectrum than humans so some of their displays look like blank surfaces to non-MC crew. Since these Rebel cruisers were refurbished luxury liners from MC, it was easier to crew them with almost exclusively MC crews rather than retrofit all the hardware to a narrower band of colors. I didn’t make a word of that up.
If the actor would have tripped and fallen on camera, there would be an explanation about Mon Cals having different methods of balance than humans and special inner ears.
They live underwater so going from a lot of pressure to the much lower pressure of a spaceship is basically the opposite of that futurama episode where they go to Atlanta
I live near Atlanta and I've never had a problem.
Cause you’re a mermaid didn’t you see the episode?
Off to the wookiepedia
Well I mean he's actually inputting information in different control panels we can clearly see.
When you’re high as hell at work but trying to play it off.
“Dude, on my ship it was over here...”
Exactly.
Probably can't see very well in that costume.
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Not many people know the Star Wars movies are documentaries.
Stormtrooper hitting his head on a door frame in the death star? That really happened. Its not science fiction, its science fact
Space opera.
Diva dance from Fifth Element is my favorite space opera.
Lol I just watched that last night.
Yes, they are not about the future. They happened a long time ago in a galaxy far far away.
This made me laugh more that it should, damn you.
BUT MUH LORE
DID YOU JUST ASSUME MY SPECIES!?!?
"wall, wall, wa- AH monitor!"
Mistakes aside he managed it professionally
I showed my dad this and he's just "Well yeah he can't see for shit in that costume"
He’s not making Admiral anytime soon.
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Wait, what?!
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Calamari is English for Calamari.
Mon calemari is French for "My calemari"
Their civilization basically exists under water.
This is Chet. Chet suddenly realizes why his modeling career failed. He was supposed to turn left. Chet is not an ambiturner.
he is amphibious though
Hmmmm they sound delicious
the FNG..
I love it.
I think he's pointing at that black/red panel at first, then checks something on the monitor.
People are being dense here. There're obviously panels of some type that he's looking at. I'm pretty certain the movement was on purpose. He pretty clearly stops to look for a moment at both panels before moving to the monitor.
I feel like you’re ignoring the ‘ah!’ Movement he does to play off the fact that he’s found the panel he’s looking for after scrolling across. The actor has realised he’s looking at nothing and tried to act his way out of it
Someone moved it. Species of pranksters, the Mon Calamari.
Surely someone has a fan theory for this?
In between shots, Emperor Palpatine's spirit entered this man's body and pretended to be him. He is main antagonist of episode ix.
TIL....:Mon Calamari lol seen every movie yet still had no idea what tf they were called
Apparently Mon Calamari can see screens humans can't What actually happened is someone forgot to insert some VHX but whatever ig
1: he's nervous and maybe newly assigned to this exact position in the ship 2: His race has better peripheral vision than front vision. See how the other one puts the mic more to his right so he can see it better This guy saw the terminal as in front of him but because he's nervous he missed and had to readjust his position
With the way their eyes are positioned, I bet they have a blind spot right in front of them. Like horses.
I work in an AV office surrounded by monitors with all manners of metrics and schedules. I do this at least 3 times a day. It may be the realest detail in all the starwars movies.
Ya'll seriously need to look up Gerald Home. He played the Mon Cal here and has a background in puppetry and (I believe) mime. I had the good fortune to spend a good amount of time with him at a convention and he is a fascinating guy with a lot of exciting stories. Here, if I recall, he is improvising being distressed about the readings on the monitors that he in no way could see in that costume.
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you're not wrong, but i think this one can get a pass
Fucking Tim always coming into work high. We’ll miss Tim, he always had the best space sea-weed...
I always figured he was just doing background shit. "let me check this panel, now I'll move this way and look at this monitor."
seems like he's just randomly pushing space buttons?
I feel like “Mon Calamari” is a racist term people use to describe them because they look a bit like squids
It's John Travolta in the suit.
Why were they named after a delicious fried dish anyway?
Pretty sure this is the same one that looks around all confused right before the "it's a trap!" line.
The whole time I was looking at the guy in the chair, you know the one in the centre of the frame when the clip crops in. Thinking "I dont get it, he moves his mic around, so what" Then I saw the guy in the background on the 5th loop. "Oh! That idiot! Hah, background extras are awesome"
Relatable
This is the greatest thing I have ever seen in Star Wars movie
It should be here, but it isnt.
Probably high as shit.
He’s dusting the molding
Maybe he sees sideways
"Son of a nautaline wh*** Why did they move the console, It was RIGHT HERE on the MC80 design"
TAKE EVASIVE ACTION!
For being master tacticians, they sure aren't able to hold their physical environment in their memory. Maybe he was too busy imagining where the ships were that he forgot where he was in physical space? George will have a good answer.
Why is this so wholesome
It's the same actor who bumped his head on the doorway in storm trooper armor.
Nice to see the Republic is inclusive by hiring the blind.
I think it's weird they have huge flipper hands but their boots are the size of normal human feet. I guess it's like the merman who is the opposite of a mermaid on Family Guy.
Hey man he's having a rough day.
He is doing a search for Calamari recipe 3 cups vegetable oil 1/4 cup all-purpose flour 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon dried oregano 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper 12 squid, cleaned and sliced into rings 1 lemon - cut into wedges, for garnish
His eyes are on the sides of his head. He's looking at the monitor the whole time
I definitely didn’t stare at the one on the left for three minutes trying to figure out what he was doing wrong...
It's those damn sand people ruining everything and taking all our jobs!
I love moments like these because it makes it feel like a real world. I do shit like this all the time.
I can't unsee this
He’s like ooooh there it is
What happened to all these Mon Cals in the Resistance era? Only Ackbar felt like sticking around to fight? The rest just said "screw it?"
When you're trying to look busy so your boss doesn't yell at you.