May the Fourth be with you! (and may all of your wildest Star Wars dreams come true).
Up until this moment, you probably thought Princess Leia in her slave girl bikini was the sexiest thing about Star Wars. Or maybe Han Solo with a gun dangling from his thigh. Well, that’s because the wookers never made into the films. You have to go deep into the fan literature to find out about these hirsute honeys (don’t call them that, they’ll rip off your arms).
No link provided to that stuff. You can Google it.
When they say Mos Eisley Space Port is a wretched hive of scum and villainy, they aren’t just talking about the cantina where the smugglers hang out. Red lights burn across that whole Force-forsaken city, including the street where the Chewbaccatitas ply their trade under the watchful gaze of a stern ball droid. And while the sordid scene in this comic takes place on Tatooine, the same exact thing occurs nightly in back alley space ports across the galaxy.
It’s kind of sad, actually. Wookies are revered for their strength, which gets them entry level work on starships (lifting things, guarding stuff, killing), but once the strength starts to go, so does opportunity (they pretty much suck at computers). At least opportunity of the respectable kind. And so they do what they have to do to survive, eeking out credits the hard way to pay the fare on the space bus back to planet Kashyyyk (a planet made entirely of fuzz).
Happy Star Wars Day! It was fun to make my own Grinsane contribution to the meme-o-sphere.
A bit of practical business… despite a gloriously productive start with two and sometimes even three cartoons a week, I’ll be working on a more manageable schedule for the foreseeable future going forward and only posting on Fridays (got to earn some money, you know). That, and posting the occasional holiday special (when is Life Day, anyway?) See you next week for more strange horror comedy comics.
