Ah, the sad and lonely life of the Stormtrooper… For real…spending all day walking the halls of the Death Star, waiting for a prisoner to break out of his cell just so he can have a reason to fire his blaster a little..it’s drudgery in white armor, is what it is. So, when...

Some Mondays at the office are worse than others… Poor Harold. He’s so distraught, he hasn’t even touched his peas. I’d be a little concerned, too, if I’d let a droid that MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE THE PLANS FOR THE DEATH STAR SHOVED INTO ITS CREVICES pass by without...