Three Word Story

By Crabbok, in X-Wing Off-Topic

of rotten cheese

. Unravelled they revealed

a dead body

of a midget

who's clothes were

red with blood.

Normally that wouldn't

make Clooney cry,

but no nespresso

martinis had made

Clooney rage incoherently.

He instantly died

Edited by Force Majeure

. His spirit smelled

like the midget.

The Bounty Hunter

Dengar's flying toilet

seat crash landed

on a pillow

Wife doll from

Naboo. The Gungans

renamed his ship: "

Edited by gryffindorhouse

Han and Chewie bet with Porkins that he couldn't eat a whole bantha burger.
Jek said, "I can and I will."

"I am a rebel", spoke a stranger, "not a glutton". He approached them yammering about droids who wouldn't fix the food dispenser.
Then everyone died.
Suddenly Luke woke...feverish and disoriented.
He reached for his new lightsaber, but missed and grabbed Leia's hair, kissing her passionately.
Chewie roared because Han was angry at Lando's barber for mixing up shaving cream with Tatooine face jelly, which tends to dissolve facial hair and also turns skin blue.
Fortunately, Twi'leks don't mind a clean shaven wookie, who can look as good as Max Reebo in a tuxedo.
After shaving, Han got dressed and first shot Greedo, as he recalled, but Obi-Wan disagreed, citing an ancient proverb with a reference to formidable gizka. Suddenly, he remembered that he had opened the closed box marked: 'YT-1300 Expansion Pack'.
"But I wanted to go to the Mos Eisley gaming store, to buy a Decimator.
He turned on the power converters and got in, turning the radio knob he smiled, expecting to hear Figrin Dan's tunes.
Darrhsidious was eavsdropping on Biggs' conversation with Wedge Anilles regarding Alderanian culinary secret hidden delights of Mon Calimari...organs.
They taste a bit salty.
Meanwhile unbeknownst to all, danger was lurking on Yavin.
Something, dark, sinister, was looking for love online when master Yoda said, "Tonight I am feeling really faboulous, but this itch ain't gonna scratch itself, young padawan.
"Take this empty bottle of beer, give it to a deranged, wampa-loving senator named Wiggity Mack Daddy, who MC's at that rodian bar."
Meanwhile, Iron Man studied the blueprints for an amazing star spangled lightsaber. Too bad that the hilt/hand guard couldn't digitaly sync.
Note: this will be continued, I don't have the time to finish compiling it all right now, but currently it ends at the top of page 5.
Edited by gryffindorhouse

The Smellza Poodoo"

and re-launched it

towards the sun.