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[Dramat/c Overture]
When we're w/nn/ng
We'll be s/ng/ng
I get knocked down
but I get up aga/n
You're never gonna
keep me down
I get knocked down
but I get up aga/n
You're never gonna
keep me down
I get knocked down
but I get up aga/n
You're never gonna
keep me down
I get knocked down
Halloween just got awesome, bitches!
Prepare for the entrance of Lord Vader.
Give yourself to the Dark Side.
It's the only way you can save-
You wore the same th/ng last year.
- You son of a b/tch.
- I'm sorry, guys. My codpiece is killing me.
It's totally restr/ct/ng my junk.
You're gonna sp/ll /t or fill /t, dude?
- Hi.
- Oh, my God. It's been a long time.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
You are...
something with tampons.
I'm Picasso's Blue Period.
- Get it? Blue Period.
- Hmm.
And you are?
Corporate sleaze?
Car salesman.
I came straight from work, so this is-
- Weak as usual, Bottler.
- Thank you.
Are you here
for a reunion with the boys?
Nope. That's just a pleasant surpr/se.
Watch the cape, uh, uh-
Well, enter at your own risk.
Oh, my God.
You guys have both got to stop
perpetuating this myth...
that Boba Fett is some kind of bad-ass.
All right? He has a jet pack.
So did the Rocketeer.
- Really cool.
- Here we go.
When it comes time for battle, the man's
Michael Bay- all style, no substance.
If you diss the Fett again...
I w/ll corn-hole you w/th a l/ghtsaberl
Whoop, there /t /s
- Jesus. Is that Bottler?
- Whoop, there /t /s
- Hey, guys.
- Whoop, there /t /s
Whoop, there /t /s
Whoop, there /t /s
Whoop, there /t /s
You got a lot of nerve
showing your face around here.
Give Daddy a huggy.
- [Laughing] Yeah!
- Stop.
You little bastard, I missed you.
I hope that's just your blaster poking me.
- God, it's been parsecs.
- Yeah, it's good to see you too, man.
- Linus.
- Hmm.
- It's been, like, a year now, right?
- Three.
- You still drawing?
- No. I bailed on that shit after high school.
- How's life in the auto trade?
- Still second in command to the old man.
Um, you?
Comic book store's still afloat...
but the geeks aren't biting
like the old days.
- You?
- Get my money together so I can
start my detailing business.
I'm gonna call it the Hutch Touch.
That's funny. I could've sworn you were
delivering pizza and living in your mom's garage.
It's not a garage.
It's a carriage house.
- [Laughs]
- Carriage house.
- How is your carriage?
- [Rock]
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Hey, uh, have any of you guys
seen the phone jack?
Uh, no, but I have seen
the social retard...
who brought his Toughbook to a party.
- I promised Rogue Leader
I'd write her back tonight.
- Oh, God.
- She /s my girlfriend.
- On-line girlfriend.
I met her /n a Jed/ chat room.
The woman /s perfect.
She's intelligent and acerbic and, uh-
and a die-hard fan.
She's even got connections
inside the Lucas camp.
Who's also got
a man package and a goatee.
You guys are all just jealous
because she descr/bes herself...
as a cross between
Sarah Michelle Gellar...
- and Janeane Garofalo.
- [Mouthing Words]
Tell 'em how you described yourself.
I was perfectly honest with her.
- You said you looked like
a white Billy Dee Williams.
- [All Laughing]
You called yourself wh/te chocolate.
- I am white chocolate.
- [Laughing]
- [Beep/ng]
- Oh, oh! Windows, it's my turn.
- G/ve /t to me.
- Midnight. Another day down.
Ah! Okay.
Official Ep/sode I countdown...
is six months, 12 days,
eight hours and some change.
I would sell my soul to see
that movie right here right now.
Dude, I would sell my left nut.

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