The officer lead Darranak to his cramped cell. yeah, right. thought Darranak. "three-six-eight-P-T-parenthases-asterisk." he said. "Hey," said the officer, "that's scureity code, um," "Fourtteen," said Darranak, "I WORK for the TSR, you moron. This is a mistake. Now, you have to let me and my party go." "I can let you off," the officer said, "but the others stay." "Very well," said Darranak, "I will proceed on my own." he went back the way he had come, but he could only find Natalie, guarded by a droid. He pinshed the invisible off witch. It slumped to the floor. They should know better. That was the good thing about reall people, they didn't have off switches. He punshed code one into the lock and teh cage door fell aside. "Come on," he said to Natalie, "I know how to bypass these guys. Well, I think so, but other didn'- that's not important. Just follow my lead carefully." he peeked into the only room he knew he hadn't gone into yet- probably leading to wherever the others were- and yelled "Graaaagh!" and startd firing crazy like.
"The beauty and genius of a work of film
may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished fiction
may yet again inspire the screenplay-writer
; but when the last individual of a race of living directors, of artists,
breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again." -William Beebe, modified in memorial of the twentieth century
Su'cuy, vod, kar'laylirdarasuum me'suum!
Star Wars: The Plastic Director's Cut!