I can’t believe what I’m seeing out there, against the dead black of space. There ought to be music for this, some giant, awesome theme swelling from the stars themselves, but life just don’t work that way. That crazy DEATH STAR, big as a moon, the little X Wings zipping around everywhere, dying in little bursts of light. They got speed and heart, sure, but they ain’t gonna’ beat that thing. No way; it’s suicide.
But Luke is too stupid to get it. He just jumped in there, going for the million to one long shot like some kind a’ storybook hero. He’s going to die and I don’t want to see it. Wish I could look away. Does he even notice that Tie Fighter closing in on him? He’s right on his tail!
“Chewie, go set up the hyperboost right now. Hurry! What am I doing? No time to explain – just do it! I gotta’ get to the guns.”
There – I bought you some time, anyway, poor kid.
It’s away! Looks like it might actually have gone in. Wait, wait, oh, I hate waiting… Incredible!A I could almost believe in this Force thing.
“Chewie, did you see that? What a shot!”
“Great job, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and go home. So we can get a drink. A big one – and I ain’t talkin’ no blue milk, either. I mean like a PanGalactic Gargle Blaster or something. You’re buying, Chewie.”
Just look at that thing. It’s a beauty, isn’t it? Well, sorry, but I think so. I just love it. If you do too, make it for the biggest Star Wars fan you know. He or she will thank you.
PS: “Star wars… Nothin’ but star wars! Give me those star wars! Don’t let it end…”
Thanks, Bill Murray, for that most excellent song. Now if I could just get it out of my head for five minutes. Thanks.