“42!” shouted the crowd of people wearing terrycloth robes and carrying towels. A peasant cheer went up, which brought another round of catchphrase shouting from the small crowd of people. Sitting on the wall observing was the crew from Garys Comics. The koala had been told about gatherings such as this, but didn’t believe they could revolve around anything but Star Wars. He now stared out at the gathered throng, not understanding the vast majority of what was being said. “NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE!” John sipped his coffee, and KCB Gary just sat and smiled at the antics. “I’M BILL PARDY!” Glancing sideways at the koala, Gary explained “There’s more than Star Wars. Lots more. We play it on the TV all the time. How can you have missed this?” The koala stood silently, watching. “I AIM TO MISBEHAVE!” Gary forged on with “We throw these quotes around all the time.” This may have been a relevant point, but the koala hardly ever listened to what the hairless apes around him said. “TIS BUT A FLESH WOUND!” This was astounding. All these apes, chanting, in one spot. “WE’RE ON A MISSION FROM GOD!” So many… all right here… “NOTHIN’ BUT TH’ RAIN!” If either Gary or John had been looking at the koalas face, they would have seen the decision cross it. But they weren’t, so they didn’t. “I HAVE COME HERE TO CHEW BUBBLEGUM AND KICK ASS!” The koala reached down and pulled his lightsaber off his belt. Silently, he dropped off the low wall, and started towards the crowd. “HE’S DEAD JIM!” Halfway there. “BRUSH YOUR TEETH!” The koala now stood at the edge of the crowd, barely coming up to the thighs of most of the people in it. His thumb played over the ignition switch on his lightsaber. Grasping his lightsaber with both hands and raising it above his right shoulder, the koala waited. A moment of silence came as the crowd drew their next breath. It was then that the koala made his move. With a *FWOOSH* his lightsaber ignited and extended, so that most of the people in the crowd could see it, jutting at an angle toward the sky, like a sharks fin. Immediately the sound was echoed in several places inside the crowd, and a number of replica lightsabers lit up, held over their proud owners heads. The koalas eyes widened at the sight. “MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!!” was shouted, the loudest cheer of the night. Loud enough to be felt on the skin, and deep down inside. Which is where the koala felt it. With much random cheering, the crowd celebrated the sudden breaking out of the toys. The koala looked on, watching. The right side of his mouth twitched, and then slowly curled upward as he lowered his lightsaber, while removing his thumb from the ignition switch. With a *shwa-fip* sound, the laser-sword went back to sleep. The koala walked back to the wall where Gary and John sat, clipping his lightsaber to his belt as he went. He looked up at KCB Gary as he got close, his face once again wearing its flat expression. “Bud, it’s like I said: there’s more out there than just Star Wars.” explained Gary. With an open hand he gestured back to the crowd, who were once again shouting catchphrases to the heavens. “But just because they like more than just Star Wars, that doesn’t mean they aren’t with you. “
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 15:40:55 +0000