...he pulls me back in. The bastard.
But: ooh, shiny!
I hate you, George Lucas, you of the stilted dialogue and oh-so-boring-excuse-for-a-podrace plotter. And yet, I will give you more of my money.
Bastard.
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Because it's all just a giant state of limbo. And, uh, land.
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