Well, the Dentist calls you up on Monday, offering you a 'in home visit'. Intrigued, you find yourself agreeing. On Tuesday, at the appointed time, you open your door, letting in the dentist, and six masked men. As they carry you off, you think you hear one of them mentioning something about 'sith'... but you're not sure. You're drugged, and before you know it, you're waking up in a very cheesy villian-esque room. There, you find out a jilted young man from 6th grade has been obsessing over you for years now, fancies himself some sort of 'evil sith overlord' and is going to use 'the power of the darkside' to persuade you to marry him. Ah, well, you do what every self respecting female would do in this situation. You kick him in lightsaber, and run like hell. You tell your story to police, and then to the news station. Pretty soon the story of the 'Starwars Staker' is being told all over the country. Creative headlines lines like, "Luke StarStaker captures personal Leia" are all over the news. Eventually, the inevitable happens. George Lucas sues the ever loving shit out of you, for copyright infringement. You get bitch slapped with the entire encyclopedia of copyright law so fast and so hard, you don't even wake up until you've lost everything, and more.
Hey, just goes to show: some doctors shouldn't make house calls.
I wish it wasn't so late. Boo, Hissss... I hate work. Especially since it's Inventory.
