The Creative Mind of George Lucas Divines a New Star Wars Character

The Place: Sky­walker Ranch.
The Sit­u­a­tion: A cre­ative meet­ing is tak­ing place to cre­ate a new Star Wars char­ac­ter who will be the focus of a new live action tele­vi­sion series that takes place between The Empire Strikes Back and The Return of the Jedi.Major brain­storm­ing is going on.
The Peo­ple: Present are George Lucas and the Lucas­Film data­bank keeper.

Data­bank Keeper — “Okay, so what have we got so far?“
George Lucas — “Noth­ing. We have noth­ing.“
DK — “Alright…what is it? Human, crea­ture of some sort.…something…“
GL — “Not human. We have enough humans. Make it a crea­ture.“
DK — “Sen­tient or not?“
GL — “Def­i­nitely sen­tient.“
DK — “Wise or not?“
GL — “Wise? Like Yoda?“
DK — “Yeah.“
GL –  “Hmm…not so wise. Just nor­mal.“
DK — “Okay, a nor­mal crea­ture. What does it look like?“
GL — “Furry. Tall and furry.“
DK — “Like a Wook­iee?“
GL — “Okay…no, make it short.“
DK — “Like an Ewok?“
GL — *Sigh* “Scratch furry. Make it scaly. And green.“
DK — “Like Greedo?“
GL — “…Okay. Scaly, green, big beaver teeth.“
DK — “Like Wal­rus Man?“
GL — “Why is this so hard?“
DK — “I don’t know. You thought this stuff up.“
GL — “Short. Pigish…creature.“
DK — “Like an Ugnaught?“
*George hits his fist on the desk — repeat­edly*
GL — “Okay, not scaly and green. Scaly and…orange.“
DK — “…Orange is good.“
GL — “Yes, orange is good. Don’t have many orange crea­tures.“
DK — “What do we call the orange creature’s species?“
GL — “How about a…Rith.“
DK — “No can do. Too close to ‘Bith’. And ‘Sith’.“
GL — “Toy­nar­ian! Vim­ban­ite! Morax! Any­thing!“
DK — “Toy­dar­ian, Mim­ban­ite, Gorax. Already done.“
GL — “Okay…Flangian.“
DK — “Flan­gian?“
GL — “Yes. A Flan­gian. He will be a Flan­gian.“
DK — “Where did you come up with that?“
GL — “I just…cre­ated…it.“
DK — “Fine. What’s the Flangian’s back­story?“
*Silence for 5 min­utes*
GL — “The Flan­gian was recruited by crim­i­nal ele­ments on his home world, Flan­gia, and even­tu­ally grew up on a crime boss’ ship, the Bardo’s Luck. He even­tu­ally bought his free­dom from the crime boss and joined went to the Impe­r­ial Acad­emy. He was a good pilot but he got kicked out for…some reason…so he got back into crime and smuggled…things…around the galaxy. And then for…some reason…he got caught up in the Rebel­lion.“
DK — “…That’s Han Solo.“
GL — “YYYYYYYAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!“
He breaks a tech­ni­cal Oscar against the wall.

DK — “You know this isn’t easy, George! Remem­ber how long it took you to come up with Yoda?“
GL — “Jar Jar was so much sim­pler.“
DK — “Yeah, but the whole ‘race’ thing with him…“
GL — “Yeah, that sucked.“
DK — “Yeah.“
GL — “Okay…he grew up privledged, but then was sent to a farm when his par­ents died. He moved to a swamp planet and then after being hunted down by Dark Jedi he fled there to go live with…Ewoks or some­thing. And his best friend, he’s a Jedi too, and so his friend and he love the same girl but finally have a duel on a space plat­form -“
DK — “…You’re kidding…right?“
GL — “…What?“
DK — “That’s like every­body you’ve ever cre­ated in the whole saga, main-character-wise.“
GL — “Hey, who came up with this? Me? Yes, me! I’m detect­ing a more crit­i­cal tone than usual, so don’t screw with me! Mak­ing this stuff up is hard!“
DK — “Well exsqueeze me.“
GL — “Shut up, Jar Jar.“
DK — “Okay, easy one. What’s his name?“
GL — “How about…Fluke Bolo?“
DK — “Or Gorge Mucus? Come on, man! Are you kid­ding? Are you really out of ideas? Come on, man!“
*George hangs his head*
DK — “What should we call our scaly orange Flan­gian? I don’t know. Just say what­ever pops into your head. That’ll be his name.“
GL — “Bill.“
DK — “Bill?“
GL — “That’s the first thing that popped into my head.“
*George twid­dles his thumbs*
GL — “Okay, we can work with…Bill.”

When Christmas Carols Go Wrong

I was out at the mall today buy­ing some stuff and and heard Bing Crosby singing “We Wish You a Merry Christ­mas” over the inter­com speak­ers and, being in a good mood that I was, lis­tened very closely to the lyrics. If you take them lit­er­ally the lyrics make the singer sound like a tool. There isn’t any men­tion of ‘please’ at all. Think of it this way — car­ol­ers are singing out­side of someone’s house.…

“We wish you a Merry Christ­mas;
We wish you a Merry Christ­mas;
We wish you a Merry Christ­mas and a Happy New Year!”

“Wow, thanks guys. Merry Christ­mas to you too.”

“Now bring us some figgy pudding.”

“Okay, have a good night. Stay warm!”

“No, bring us some figgy pudding.”

“Figgy pud­ding?”

“Yes. Figgy pud­ding. Now. We won’t go until we get some.”

“Stop it. Leave.”

“No.”

“I don’t have any figgy pud­ding. What is figgy pudding?”

“We won’t go until we get some.”

“Why?”

“Because. We love figgy pudding.”

“I DON’T HAVE ANY FIGGY PUDDING.”

“What the — dude? We car­oled for you. Now bring us some figgy pud­ding. Bring some right here.”

“Get it your­self. I don’t have any figgy pudding.”

“We won’t go until we get some.”

“Peo­ple, leave! Now! No figgy pud­ding here! Not going to be any either!”

“We’re not leaving.”

“Get out of here! I don’t have any figgy pudding.”

“Ok, bring us a figgy pud­ding and a cup of good cheer then.”

“Dude, I’m going to show you some good cheer in a few min­utes. Let me get my .12 gauge of good cheer for you.”