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For you a happy late birthday...
For you a happy late birthday...
For YOU a HAPPY LATE BIRRRRTTHHDDAYY Arcilte
For you a happy late birthday!
A short, grammar deprived, green fellow's attempt at singing.
As all seem to have come to a consensus, and I certainly agree, I declare Arcilte Senior Council Member!! Happy Late Birthday!
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Ooops, I'm late! Happy birthday Arcilte!! And a promotion too! You'll be ready to come over to Special Forces soon! [Uh oh...bad Wombat! Bad, bad Wombat!! Slaps self repeatedly...]
Seriously - many happy returns!
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| Thank you again... it is a great honor just to be invited! |
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Hmmm...well...perhaps you could email me Email ? [Wombat squints into distance...sees lots of people with shiny lightsabers running towards him... ]
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Wow, Iron Paw. Nice, comfortable place you've stuck me in here. I have the options of:
a. Insulting my old teammate by un-inviting him; 
b. Insulting my old empire by repeating the invitation;
c. Grabbing a chair, some popcorn, and a couple of beers, and watching a live version of "Friday Night Fights." With lightsabers. 
Anybody got a good chair?
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Ben: talk about comfortable places! Do I face their lightsabers or your katana? Sheesh!
| Well as I said I think it is an honor to even be considered to join the Special Forces, but my place is here with the Jedi's |
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Understood - drinks all round [Well, you can't blame an Emperor for trying?!]
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| Ben: talk about comfortable places! Do I face their lightsabers or your katana? Sheesh! |
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Ummm...I'm not going to draw on my own emperor! Although that brings up an idea:
OK, Judys. Waaaay back in the dark ages, the Jedi Republic "Danger Room" was fitted out with a combat ring, basically a reinforced boxing ring designed for one-on-one training battles. Made its way into a couple of stories featuring myself and Kit.
There's been too much drama in the Metaverse lately. As Wombie and myself are both honorary Jedi, I think we need a cooperative venture to lighten the mood.
So, remembering Yoda's acrobatics with a lightsaber, I think we need to jointly sponsor a little one-on-one matchup for charity.
In the little GREEN corner...the Focus of the Force! The Master of the Mind! The Captain of Coruscant! YODA!
And in the very, very BLACK corner...the Iron Paw himself! The FORCE of the Special Forces! "Howlin'" Wild WOMBAT!
OK, guys. All proceeds from this matchup to go to the Homeless Torian Relief Fund. No Force powers, no eye-gouging, and we don't really want to know what's below their belts. Any volunteers to write Chapter One?
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