I Assumed You Got Lung Damage From Cigarettes Or Something. Not A Toothpick. Then Again I'm Not The Brightest

What’s your love language?

This-

I can't look at this and not think of it being Tech (column 2) correcting Crosshair (column 1), who can't control his passive aggressive nature

I can assure you that I am not in fact, a clone.

I think anyway

Any advice for someone looking to improve their marksmanship score? I want to get onto the team this year but my scores have been garbage lately.

Play a real sport, ideally one that involves exercise and teamwork. Guns are not toys.

That's a good suggestion but instead I'm going to use the Gonk to destroy things and wreak havoc. I might also throw a lamp at you so you lighten up, but I haven't made up my mind on that yet

What if, theoretically, someone had a Gonk droid that they droidnapped but would now wish to give the Gonk away (this is definitely not my case)? What would someone (not me) do in that case?

I would advise you to look up the definition of "theoretically" and consider choosing a different adverb.

I’m a little sleep deprived and I had a right good chuckle when I thought of this last night.

Nah, I just know the sound of someone getting the crap kicked outta them when I hear it. Just wanted to embarrass you :)

Not an actual tooka but rate my tooka?

Dark markings over half his face. Always looking up at me. Maintains a good attitude despite the circumstances. Absolutely don't need another one of these, 4/10

Yes. Just yes

yknow what i think the clones would really like?

can you imagine? someone would tie like fifty of them together and then drag it across the ship. they’d be in helmets, shoes, hanging from their blasters. Ahsoka makes one move all by itself and the boys start screaming. Hardcase has like twenty peeking out of his pack “so they can breathe.” Kix bans them from the medbay until someone lays one in a cot under the blanket like its getting treatment and just breaks down laughing/crying. Fives starts a game of seeing how many worms they can tape to Rex without him noticing.

Rex, with a cape of worm-on-a-strings: what’s wrong is there something on my face?

Cody, deadpan, about to pass out from not laughing: nothing

I did not need to have this in my mind, but it will now live rent free in my head forever

Anakin requests hard copies of his casualty reports after every campaign. Rex hand-delivers them and watches the General disappear into his quarters - it will take him 20-30 minutes before he’s ready to transmit anything to the council or senate. For two years, Rex doesn’t think much of the little routine.

Then the Resolute is ambushed during Skywalker’s prep time. The General bursts out of his quarters and asks Rex to finish up the transmission while he joins the dogfight outside.

On his desk, the casualty report. Beside each CT number on the list, in bunched, angular handwriting, is each clone’s name. This is the sheet going straight to the senate - perhaps the only legal document on which their actual names would ever be found. Skywalker immortalizing them in the only way he can.

Rex completes the list in his own sharp scrawl. It sends successfully, and he and the General never discuss it. But when he can, Rex hangs in the hall outside Skywalker’s quarters after delivering the reports, guarding the sacred space. It’s never lost on him - this may be the closest thing to a funeral the fallen 501st will get.

Don't people thirst for you like every day? It should have been more obvious that this site is cursed.

Paint Danny Devito blue and let him be Thrawn

Is this a Sherlock reference? I never thought you would be the type, Tech.

Hardcase: if any of us were to turn evil, who would be the scariest?

Fives: hmmm, probably-

Echo: Kix.

Jesse: Kix?

Echo: He could kill every single one of us and make it look like an accident.

Kix: *sitting in the corner* Echo is the only one I'd spare-