G-G-G-GHOST!

Not sure what the photo of Balding Fraser represents, but it can’t be good.

TV’s Frink said:

This thread was much better when it was about the movie.

We were talking about that mediocre haunted house movie with Kristen Stewart, right?

INT. DELANTINE – ABIEDS-BRANNRID MEDICAL CENTRE/DR. REYEM’S OFFICE – DAY

Nashira has made it to Delantine and to the Abieds-Brannrid Medical Centre. There, Dr. Reyem has given the young woman the news about Anakin. Bolting up out of her chair, Nashira slams her hands down on the top of Reyem’s desk.

NASHIRA: (outraged) You can’t find him!? What are you saying?!

As the doctor begins explaining the matter, ‘Shira suddenly doubles over. Her outrage is immediately tempered with suddenly confusion.

DR. REYEM: Miss DuQuesne, are you alright?

NASHIRA: (frowns) I … I …. Oh! Ooh!

Taking a step back, Nashira begins breathing heavily.

DR. REYEM: (concerned) Are you okay?

NASHIRA: (hyperventilating) I don’t know!

Nashira spasms suddenly; grabbing onto her chair is the only thing which prevents her from collapsing to the floor. Leaving her seat, Dr. Reyem comes around to the front of the desk to help the girl. Unable to stop herself, Nashira begins panting.

DR. REYEM: Nashira!

NASHIRA: (panicked) What is happening to me?!

Between the panting, Nashira grunts and moans. When her pelvis begins involuntarily thrusting – quickly, mechanically – she starts SCREAMING.

DR. REYEM: Nurse! Anybody!

Leaving Nashira’s side, Reyem bolts from the office to get some help. The doctor gone, Nashira shoves her hands between her thighs and curls into a fetal position.

That is when blessed relief finally washes over her.

INT. DR. REYEM’S HOME/SPARE BEDROOM – SUNSET

Hours later, after getting Nashira checked out, Dr. Reyem has taken the girl to stay at her place.

Guiding her over to the bed, Reyem makes ‘Shira lie down.

DR. REYEM: Listen. I’ll buy you a return ticket home to Orron III. It’ll be my treat, okay?

NASHIRA: Thanks, Doctor.

DR. REYEM: Now don’t worry about what happened at the hospital.

NASHIRA: It was just a panic attack.

DR. REYEM: (nods) Just a panic attack. (smiles) Have yourself a nap. I’ll wake you in time for dinner. How does crab rotoven sound to you?

NASHIRA: Sounds nice.

Reyem then leaves, turning off the lights and closing the door behind her. Nashira lies there atop the mattress, alone, the red light of the departing suns falling upon her face.

Though she isn’t consciously aware of what has transpired, Nashira knows in her heart of hearts that Anakin has betrayed her for another.

INT. GEONOSIS – SANDCRAWLER/PRISON AREA – EVENING

Some time has passed since the Condawni were captured and brought to this place, and their numbers within this compartment have thinned considerably. There are still many of them, but no longer so many that they have no room to sit or lie down.

One of the Condawni sits in a dark corner, apart from the others. Dangerously emaciated, coated in grime, he looks like a resin-soaked mummy which has had its wrappings removed. At some point in the past, he suffered a compound fracture to his left ankle. He cries with great agony, his grievous wound stinking with gangrene.

CONDAWNI WOMAN: (enraged) By the stars, just shut up! Just shut up!

Darth holds his hands down over Mitra’s ears so she doesn’t have to hear any of this.

The hatch into the compartment opens and four Raiders enter.

RAIDER #1: (points at injured man) Him.

RAIDER #2: Him? But he’s already gone half-bad.

RAIDER #1: All the more reason to be done with ‘im. Don’t need ‘im spoilin’ the other meat.

At his command, two of the other Raiders goes over to the injured Condawnian. Picking him up, they proceed to drag him out of the compartment. As his broken ankle is roughly dragged along the floor, he SCREAMS.

RAIDER #3: Ah, jeez!

RAIDER #2: (unslings speargun) This’ll soothe him.

Levelling the speargun at the injured man’s head, he pulls the trigger. The poor man immediately falls silent.

RAIDER #2: (to the Condawni) Now y’all can have some peace and quiet!

The Raider laughs, then he and his comrades leave the prison area, securing the hatch behind them as they go.

The Raiders gone, the moans of pain finally gone, Darth takes his hands away from Mitra’s ears.

MITRA: (sad) Darth?

DARTH: What up?

MITRA: Tell me the rest of The Maverick Moon.

DARTH: I can’t. I lost the datapad.

MITRA: Please.

DARTH: Alright. I’ll try to remember how it goes. (beat) Suddenly Deak Starkiller broke through the magnetic field. He found himself in a shaky orbit around the maverick moon. “Prepare to fire the zukonium rays!” Deak shouted to A-2. “We’ll have to get out of here in a split second!” (beat) The zukonium rays were aimed at the centre of the moon. Deak squeezed down on the firing lever. (beat) It was a direct hit! The impact of the exploding moon sent Deak’s plane reeling out of control. A-2’s lights blinked on and off as his circuits blew. Desperately Deak tried to regain control. But he didn’t have to worry. The Force was with him. The special power he could not explain protected him and steered him free from danger. (beat) When Deak and A-2 returned to the hangar, the entire population of the Academy was there to greet them with yells and cheers. Happiest of all were their good friends Princess Zara and C-3. (beat) Princess Zara placed a medal of honour around Deak’s neck. “Now we can get back to work,” said Deak, feeling a little embarrassed. “I’m glad that you and the Planetary Pioneers will be able to continue your work,” said Zara. “But I’m even happier that you are alive and safe.” (beat) And that’s the end.

MITRA: (smiles) Good ending.

DARTH: Sure was.

MITRA: Do you think there’s a Force protecting us, Darth?

A tear runs from Darth’s eye. He quickly wipes it away.

DARTH: Yes.

Jetrell Fo said:

Warbler said:

He’s a troll.

There are no trolls here, only misguided souls and nutters.

Or some combination of the two like yours truly.

I halfassed the scene with the Jedi on the bulk freighter in the previous entry, so I returned to it and gave it a considerable makeover.

TV’s Frink said:

Come on man, how unhinged are you?

WYSHS

If you made any bets with anyone, now’s the time to pay up. 😛

My eyes would’ve burst, but the awesomeness of '90s kid took the edge off.

Looking at Rob Liefeld’s “art” makes my eyes hurt.

Quoth the Barney, “I like it!”

I prefer the censored pussy.

Yeah, I like that droid.

Took me a moment to get it, but I got it.

Good show, old bean. Good show.

EXT. GEONOSIS – DESERT – DAWN

The Condawni have spent all night marching across the flat desert hardpan, tugged ever onward by the speeder bikes they have been chained to. Now the pitch darkness of night has receded, replaced with the empty gray of dawn.

Bored after a night of shepherding the prisoners, one of the bikers decides to have a little fun with his chain gang. Feeding power to his engines, he picks up speed, forcing the Condawni chained behind him to pick up their pace. Grinning, he goes faster, forcing the prisoners to run. As soon as he starts speeding up to the point where the prisoners trip and fall, dragging them across the rough terrain, T’har orders him to cut it out. The biker stops, knowing the dismal fate in store for him should he fail to obey the Bith’s command.

EXT. RAIDER CAMP – MORNING

As the sun finally appears over the horizon, casting its cold light upon the colder desert, the Raider party and their Condawni captives finally arrive at the Raider camp. Situated within a formation of hoodoos, hundreds of ramshackle tents have been erected around a derelict sandcrawler – a large metal behemoth of a vehicle which looks like it’s been well on its way to becoming a part of the natural landscape for some time now.

Parking, the Raiders unhook their prisoners from their bikes and begin guiding them through the camp to the sandcrawler. As the Condawni pass by the numerous tents, they spy the hundreds of Raiders looking upon them, eyes gleaming with ravenous hunger from within their flinty sockets.

INT. SANDCRAWLER/PRISON AREA – MORNING

Taken aboard the sandcrawler, as many of the Condawni prisoners as possible are stuffed inside a compartment which has since been converted into a makeshift prison. The compartment is dark, all its surfaces covered in thick layers of greasy or sticky grime. The air is stale and fetid, thick with the miasma produced by the creatures who lived, urinated, defecated, died, and decayed here before them. Though fairly large, the compartment only provides standing room for all these many captives.

Overwhelmed, Mitra begins bawling. Forcing his way through the others, Darth finds her. Pulling her close to him, he picks her up and begins rocking her in his arms, singing to her gently, praying he’ll be able to comfort her while knowing he won’t.

INT. SANDCRAWLER/CONTROL ROOM – MORNING

With T’har pulling his chain, Chlorian is led up into what was the control room of the sandcrawler. There, seated in an uprooted seat, a small harem of not-so-lovely ladies gathered around him, waits ELIK SHIIID, leader of the Raiders. A dusky Zabrak male, he is healthy and well-fed – at least in comparison to the Condawni and many of the other Raiders.

ELIK SHIIID: Welcome, friend.

Chlorian looks about the control room. Most of the consoles and stations have been dismantled, panels resting against the walls or upon the floor, numerous tools and parts strewn about the floor. Towards the front of the room, a crude barbeque has been erected. Behind it, an equally crude but very effective rack for restraining humanoid captives.

ELIK SHIIID: And you’re …? (beat) Wait. No need to tell me. You’re Chlorian Vader, Governor of Condawn.

CHLORIAN: I’m not anything.

ELIK SHIIID: Have to admit, I didn’t think you’d’ve survived this far. I figured you’d’ve gone mad trapped up in that fortress of yours, killed yourselves or ate yourselves up long before now. Yet you actually managed to get out the city and survive in this icebox wilderness. Most of the local game was depleted when the first of us fled Condawn months ago, but you managed to find enough to eat to keep going. You’ve impressed me, Governor – you truly have. (grins) I knew I made the right choice voting for you.

CHLORIAN: You have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don’t know you from Adam.

ELIK SHIIID: Elik Shiiid. You wouldn’t know the name; I wasn’t anybody in my old life.

CHLORIAN: You’ve come up in the world?

ELIK SHIIID: I’d say the world’s come down to me! (laughs)

CHLORIAN: (gestures to their surroundings) What is this this … construct?

ELIK SHIIID: Sandcrawler. I’d venture she’s been here since the old Republic first made bids for the planet – a real relic. We stumbled upon her a month away from Condawn. (beat) In fairly decent shape, considering her age. She’s made a good fortress. (points to the dismantled equipment) I hoped to get her up and running so we could leave this benighted pit and find more food, but look what I have to work with here. (points out the dirty viewport) I’ve found maybe a dozen half-decent mechanics in the lot of them. Even they can’t tell the difference between an arc welder and autowrench most the time. (beat) Governor, I want information. What’s gone on in the world since we left?

CHLORIAN: Geonosis is dying.

ELIK SHIIID: (sighs) I already knew that. (scratches his bald head) Strap him to the rack, Alaad.

T’har drags Chlorian over to the rack. Removing the chain collar from the Human’s throat, the Bith forces him into the rack and fastens the metal straps around his wrists, torso, and ankles.

ELIK SHIIID: It’s not good you should perish with the offal, Gov. Vader. You’ll stay here with me and die in the presence of equals.

EXT. SPACE – CORUSCANT

Leaving Coruscant, a TIE shuttle rendezvous with Troia’s Steed, a large Action VI bulk freighter situated in orbit above the planet.

INT. TROIA’S STEED/CARGO BAY

Aboard the freighter, Tarkin, Kenobi (now shorn and shaven) and the Berals access one of the transport’s many cargo bays. Walking along a catwalk, they stop to look down over the railing. Immense in size, the entire bay is completely empty. With the overhead lights off, the only illumination provided if from the railing lights, creating the unsettling illusion they’re looking down into a bottomless pit.

LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Not long ago this cargo bay was filled with Spaarti cylinders, each carrying a clone in utero. The crew was making a covert run out of the Prackla Sector, destination unknown; we caught them five parsecs from the Von-Alai system.

SEV BERAL: A prodigious craft. Wouldn’t a courier be more in fitting with our needs?

LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Indeed – were this your typical bulk freighter. (beat) It’s a stealth ship, outfitted with its own cloaking device.

OBI-WAN: How did you ever manage to capture a stealth ship?

LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Cloaking devices require considerable amounts of energy to remain in operation; that’s why they’re unheard of on smaller ships; only capital ships or bulk freighters such as this have the space necessary to house the large reactors needed to generate the requisite amounts of power. (beat) One need only corral a stealth ship, draw it into a corner from which it cannot escape, and before long its reservoirs will drain dry.

SEV BERAL: How long can this ship maintain its cloak?

LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Sixty-four minutes exactly.

INT. TROIA’S STEED/BRIDGE

The lieutenant commander and four Jedi enter the bridge. There, already going about their business, is a bridge crew of Lethan Twi’lek females, sandy-haired Human males, and olive-green Neimoidians.

LT. CMDR. TARKIN: Imperial High Command deemed it more propitious to use reconditioned clones than Imperial personnel for this mission. (beat) The most willful man can cave under torture; the mindless automaton never will.

Taking the command chair, Tarkin orders the Twi’lek navigator to set course out of the system.

EXT. SPACE

The Slipstream drops out of hyperspace. They have arrived in a solar system consisting of a single red giant with a pair of gas giants.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

Consulting his charts, Anakin charts a course which will take the ship diagonally across the system, past the two gas giants and out to this system’s Kuiper Belt. Coordinates laid in, Dahlia sets the ship on autopilot.

DAHLIA: Five hours to the next hyperroute ….

ANAKIN: Mmm-hmm.

DAHLIA: Five tedious hours ….

Giving Anakin a sly smile, the Pantoran rests a hand on his leg.

ANAKIN: (perturbed) Dahlia ….

DAHLIA: (strokes his leg) I don’t know what you know about Pantorans, but long hours spent confined in enclosed spaces tend to make us … anxious.

ANAKIN: (puts his hand on hers) Dahlia, I’m sorry. (beat) I’m spoken for.

DAHLIA: (smile fades) Oh ….

ANAKIN: It’s my fault. I should have told you.

DAHLIA: Don’t sweat it. (beat) Want to watch Juo Deltar Faces Gamblor the Terrible on the holovid?

EXT. SPACE – ASTEROID

As the Slipstream passes by the first gas giant, the ship moves within range of its only moon, a large potato-shaped asteroid quarter the size of a terrestrial planet. Unfortunately for Anakin and Dahlia, the asteroid isn’t only an asteroid; it’s the home base for a group of pirates.

As the Slipstream moves past the asteroid, a squadron of mixed starfighters emerges from hidden ports and moves in in attack formation for the CR60 Corvette.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

The first plasma bursts impact upon the ship’s hull as Anakin and Dahlia are leaving the cockpit. The cockpit rattling, Dahlia leaps back to the controls and quickly throws up the Slipstream’s shields. Another salvo of plasmafire impacts upon the ship, but the shields protect it from damage this time around.

A pair of starfighters pass over the viewport.

DAHLIA: Pirates.

ANAKIN: You recognize their markings?

DAHLIA: Does it matter?

ANAKIN: No.

Disengaging the autopilot, Dahlia takes back control of her ship and attempts evasive maneuvers.

EXT. SPACE

Try as she might, Dahlia cannot shake the pirate fighters.

DAHLIA: (grimaces) Stang! Can’t shake them!

ANAKIN: How are you at the guns?

DAHLIA: Pretty damned good.

ANAKIN: Excellent. You take them and I’ll take the helm.

DAHLIA: (chuckles humourlessly) No one pilots the Slipstream but me.

ANAKIN: It’s a wonder you’ve lived this long.

Taking Dahlia by the scruff of her jumpsuit, the former Jedi hefts her up out of the chair.

DAHLIA: Hey!

ANAKIN: Listen. I’m a damned good shot myself, but I’m an even better pilot. You want to raise our chances for survival? Do as I say!

Anakin pushes Dahlia away from the pilot’s chair. Righting herself, she stands there a moment, glowering at him.

DAHLIA: Goddamn, you make me hot.

Those her final words on the matter, Dahlia veritably sprints out of the cockpit, leaving Anakin to take the helm.

EXT. SPACE

The pirates continue pummeling the Slipstream. The Corvette’s shields hold, but they’re beginning to weaken in various spots.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/UPPER GUN WELL

Slipping inside the gun well, Dahlia situates herself in her seat and activates the turbolaser batteries. As the targeting computer comes online, she begins drawing a bead on their attackers.

EXT. SPACE

With the Slipstream twisting and turning about to avoid the pirates’ plasmafire, the pirates keeping to them tight like ticks, Dahlia gets a lock on one of the starfighters and pulls the trigger; blue laser beams strike home with devastating force, obliterating the fighter with a flash of vaporized metal, fuel, and oxygen.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/UPPER GUN WELL

DAHLIA: Yes!

EXT. SPACE – RINGED GAS GIANT

The Slipstream’s course has finally taken it within range of the system’s second gas giant: a large cerulean sphere with a thick series of rings encircling it.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

Having picked up a radio headset, Anakin slips it down over his ears and opens the comm to Dahlia.

ANAKIN: Dahlia?

INT. SLIPSTREAM/UPPER GUN WELL

Dahlia is fighting to lock on a fighter when Anakin’s tinny voice pipes in through her headset. After finally drawing a bead on the enemy craft and blowing it out of the heavens, she scrambles to pick the headset up and slip in on.

DAHLIA: Akira, what’s up?

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

ANAKIN: We’re within range of the second gas giant. It has a system of rings. I’m going to take us through ‘em. With any luck, we’ll shake these pirates and continue on our merry way.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/UPPER GUN WELL

DAHLIA: (shocked) Did some of those blasts seep through the shields and into your brain?! We can’t possibly make it!

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

ANAKIN: Don’t worry. I have a good feeling about this.

Focusing all his attention now on the improbably difficult task ahead, Anakin steers the Slipstream head-on for the gas giant’s rings.

EXT. SPACE – RING SYSTEM

Entering the ring system, the Slipstream is immediately surrounded by rocky and icy debris – some pieces small as grains of sand, others as large as boulders. The spaces between the largest pieces are tight and ever-shifting, but Anakin manages to maneuver the ship through them. The pirates, on the other hand, aren’t so lucky. Though their starfighters are far smaller and maneuverable than the Corvette, their pilots’ skill isn’t equivalent to Anakin’s; most of them are dashed to pieces against the large debris. Deciding that the debris will finish the Slipstream off before they can reach it – and them in due process – the surviving pirates decide to abandon the chase and turn back.

As the remaining pirate fighters head back the way they came, the Slipstream emerges out the other side of the debris field.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/COCKPIT

ANAKIN: (grins) All too easy.

Dahlia enters the cockpit and strides up to Anakin. As he turns around to greet her, she slaps him hard against the face.

DAHLIA: (enraged) Don’t you ever endanger me or my ship like that again!

She then grabs him by the front of his shirt and pulls him to her, kissing him fiercely on the mouth.

DAHLIA: (sighs) We both needed that.

Coming down off their mutual adrenaline high, the two partners decide to relax. Letting Dahlia return to the pilot’s chair, Anakin almost leisurely sets about correcting the ship’s course.

ANAKIN: There, back on course.

A light begins flashing on Dahlia’s console.

ANAKIN: What’s that?

DAHLIA: It looks like your hotshot piloting cost us some damage, flyboy. The hyperdrive’s offline.

ANAKIN: (frowns) Is it bad?

DAHLIA: If it is, it’ll take us a whole lot longer than five hours to leave this system. (stands up) C’mon.

Rising from his seat, Anakin follows Dahlia out of the cockpit.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/MAIN AIRLOCK

Entering the airlock, Dahlia directs Anakin over to a series of lockers. Opening one, she reveals a spacesuit stored within. Opening another, she reveals a second, identical suit.

DAHLIA: Slip it on.

ANAKIN: We have to go outside?

DAHLIA: (unstraps the hydrospanner on her leg) Yeah, we do. CR60 hyperdrives can only be accessed from outside the ship. (beat) Well? What are you waiting for?

ANAKIN: (swallows audibly) I’ve never been very comfortable in a zero-g vacuum.

DAHLIA: (takes out her own suit) Well, you’ll just have to man up and grow a pair.

As Dahlia begins suiting up, Anakin decides to follow her advice; manning up, growing a pair, he takes out his own spacesuit and begins slipping into it.

Once Dahlia has finished suiting up, she picks up her hydrospanner and stashes it in her locker. Securing the latch on the locker, she points to a toolbox hanging on the bulkhead.

DAHLIA: Don’t forget the toolbox.

Anakin retrieves it.

DAHLIA: Check it. I may have left some of the tools out somewhere.

ANAKIN: (checks inside) No, everything’s here.

DAHLIA: Good. Check me.

Turning around, Dahlia lets Anakin look her over to make sure her spacesuit’s fastened tight and nothing’s out of order. Giving her the okay sign, he turns around to let her do the same. With Anakin checking out, Dahlia depressurizes the airlock and opens the hatch, affording them both a direct, firsthand view of the star-spangled eternal night of outer space.

EXT. SPACE – SLIPSTREAM

Situated over the Slipstream’s engines, the magnetic soles of their spacesuits keeping them from floating free, the man and woman are busy repairing the damage done to the hyperdrive’s connections.

DAHLIA: Hydrospanner.

Taking the hydrospanner from the toolbox, Anakin hands it to her. Taking it, she begins loosening something.

ANAKIN: Why do you always wear it?

DAHLIA: Excuse me?

ANAKIN: That hydrospanner, the one you wear on your thigh. Why do you always carry it around on you?

DAHLIA: Would you believe a girl just likes to be prepared for any eventuality?

ANAKIN: If that’s the answer ….

DAHLIA: Well, it isn’t. (beat) Truth be told, the thing’s broken, busted, hasn’t worked in years. Even if I found myself in sudden need of it, the most use I’d get out of it is as a paperweight.

ANAKIN: Is it some good luck charm, then?

DAHLIA: You’re not far off. (beat) It’s the last gift I received from my father before he died. (beat) The central heater had been in need of replacing for months, but of course you can’t remove a defunct central heater without a hydrospanner. We were between hydrospanners at the time. I kept nagging Dad, “Pick up a hydrospanner. We need a hydrospanner. You want the old heater out? The new heater in? Buy a hydrospanner.” Of course he listened. Took him two weeks before he finally listened, but he went out and bought that hydrospanner. (glum) Two weeks after that, a faulty seal on a plasma torch went and he went with it.

ANAKIN: I’m sorry.

DAHLIA: Sorry for what? It wasn’t your fault. (sniffles)

ANAKIN: You loved him very much.

DAHLIA: And he loved me very much – probably too much. (laughs) How’s your pop?

ANAKIN: I wouldn’t know. I never met my biological father.

DAHLIA: What do you know of him? Anything?

ANAKIN: Mom never talked about him, never wanted to talk about him. (beat) I know two things about him: His name was Kane.

DAHLIA: What’s the second thing?

Anakin hesitates.

ANAKIN: He was Force-sensitive. I only found that out as I left home to begin my Jedi training.

Dahlia stands still and silent, eyes intent upon him.

ANAKIN: (shrugs) You were right. You were right about me.

DAHLIA: The repairs are almost complete. Help me finish up, okay?

ANAKIN: Okay.

They resume their work.

INT. SLIPSTREAM/MAIN AIRLOCK

Returning inside, Anakin and Dahlia slip out of their spacesuits and return them to their lockers. Standing there, they face one another, eye-to-eye.

ANAKIN: My name – my real name – is Anakin. Anakin Skywalker.

DAHLIA: Welcome aboard the Slipstream, Anakin.

Those tense words spoken, the two come together. Taking Dahlia’s blue face in his hands, Anakin brings her lips to his. Opening her mouth, Dahlia lets his tongue slip inside, allowing it to swim and dance with hers. Their attraction – fueled by the perils faced together, equally as strong as anything between Anakin and Nashira if not stronger – can no longer be denied.

Driving Anakin against the bulkhead, Dahlia pulls the front of his shirt open. She then unzips the front of her jumpsuit, revealing that she’s wearing nothing beneath it. Easing her out of the sleeves of her jumpsuit, Anakin exposes the thick network of ugly scars which run along the sides of her torso.

ANAKIN: (shocked) Dahlia! Those scars --!

DAHLIA: Shut up and kark me.

Dahlia opens his fly and Anakin forgets all about the scars.

I knew you’d fall in loathe with it.

DuracellEnergizer said:

I’ve saved up $85 in cash over the past couple of months and no one in the family knows about it.

Now up to $107.

NATURE TRAIL TO HELL!

NATURE TRAIL TO HELL!

NATURE TRAIL TO HELL!

IN 3D!

Censored Pussy

You won’t get any argument from me.

Sounds reasonable.

Though I don’t see the harm in mentioning someone’s name without a last name attached to it, if it pleases everyone, I’ll stop mentioning it.

darth_ender said:

They could easily be separate characters set in the same universe.

Or vice-versa.