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- EXTERIOR, CANYON, JUNDLAND WASTES, TATOOINE, DAY - ( Luke Skywalker, C-3PO and R2-D2 hide behind a rock, looking out over a group of Sandpeople ) Luke: Yeah, they're Sandpeople, alright. I can see one of them, now. ( a Sandperson suddenly bursts up in front of them, and clubs Luke in the side of the head with his Gaffi stick ) Luke: (collapses to the ground, unconscious, bleeding profusely from the wound on his head) ( a noise, like a Krayyt Dragon is heard in the distance ) ( the Sandpeople flee ) Obi-Wan: (kneels down next to Luke, and feels for a pulse... there is none) Shit... (looks up at C-3PO) What are you two doing here? C-3

- INTERIOR, BRIEFING ROOM, CLOUD CITY, BESPIN - ( Darth Vader, Boba Fett and several Stormtroopers sit around a white table in a very white room ) Boba Fett: So, are we just gonna sit here? Darth Vader: What do you mean? Boba Fett: I mean when they come in. Is it just going to be, like, "Hey, we're here." Stormtrooper #1: (throws up hands) Surprise! Darth Vader: (laughs) Surprise! Your friend betrayed you! Boba Fett: (laughs) No, but seriously. We have to do something, or it'll just be awkward. Darth Vader: How about we all jump out when they walk in? Boba Fett: That's a terrible idea. We should all be standing up at the head of the

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We all three have beers. My grandfathers and I. We say nothing, but exchange glances. I am alone here. I have exchanged. Three stories down, in another part of this, there is a birthday party. There, sipping on Mai-Tais and enjoying the music. When the lights go out, you can really feel it. Waiting in the shadows, while it develops. Hanging to dry, staring, and watching every angle and slide of a line. Imagine if what were to happen? If what? These are These are difficult times We'll discuss these things later After dinner Afterwards The television is only static, now The only light Shining off of a can in hand Developing We'l

In Hiroshima, I saw the last structural survivor of Little Boy's detonation. I saw it from all angles. I stood and I sat. I saw it through the lens of a camera, and on an LCD screen. I saw it as people walked by; people visiting like me, and people who walk that path often. It's called the Hiroshima Peace Park. The whole area is dedicated to world peace. All around, people peddle for names with clipboards; lists and petitions. Stop Nuclear War. Total Nuclear Disarmament. Would I not plead with them? There is a diorama of children fleeing the burning rubble of the detonation of Little Boy; their clothes are burned and their skin is peeling of

A light finger running along this old wood grain. A table; plank of wood on stilts, laid out before the eyes of consumers... wanting to sit upright and tall, looking out across their comfort. What is this? Once a tree; jagged splinters so much paler beneath the thick varnish - thick slobbering of chemicals - some man with lung cancer or throat cancer or some disease. What is it? Become so infused with hatred for that which serves no function but the comforts and aesthetic senses of over-brained animals - of Martha Stewart. What is this piece of mangled wood that is so twisted from its original form that you can barely tell it once grew from t

30,000 feet over the arctic circle. We're heading for Russia. This time it's the real deal. My pilots and I are nervous, and I'm sure everyone else is, too. Our formation is tight, and I can see the other tanker wafting back and forth through the co-pilot's window. The clouds are moving past us - we are still. We've all done this hundreds of times in exercises. We've done it and completed our mission. The bombers fly home, but our training ends over Russia. Every time the pilots practice a water ditching, we finish our training for the scenario. My throat feels tight, and my stomach tighter. It's almost winter, and the waters off Russia aren

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