I am a Death Star.
That’s no moon.
Wow. That’s… much more meticulous than I’d be willing to put in the time and effort for.
Impressive. ::scuba noise::
Or…an ossified one-eyed Pac-Man.
I… I’m speechless.
Grand Moff Neal’s moment of triumph was sadly ended by his inability to stabilize himself whilst walking down a flight of stairs. The remnants of the 3rd, pocket-sized Death Star (or, perhaps “first Light Tickle Orb”), along with the once mighty Galactic Empire were left geekily scattered across the Comic-Con floor.
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