Good-day my fine friends, well as you evidence yours truly was partaking in an underground excursion with another famous entity not of your world.

Well for some bizarre reason we had the carriage to ourselves which was a tremendous welcome relief tis usually more than nightmare travelling in such conveyances, why tis full of potential hygienic hazards at the very least, I have lost numerical count of the times I have been forced, against my will, and for a seemingly never ending period of time to suffer my handsome, and particularly sensitive to almost all, especially bodily odours, visage to be nested in firm compression into bodily regions of perfect, and not always, strangers and yours being diminutive, in stature only,tis not often the choicest of regions. Why I’ve often been so compressed between non too pleasant alien forms I’ve been inadvertently and intermittently deposited on every junction platform and, thankfully, brought back on board without my own conscientious effort or will and I can tell you if it were not for the resulting fresh intake of, admittedly mainly noxious fume filled, oxugen  I would be lodging complaints at being manhandled in such fashion why, it might be a pleasure for some but yours, discerning, truly, absolutely not. 

I’ve often had a ponder on why folks bother with find a friend type sites called,,,,  ermm  www.right-canofworms.com no doubt, they should well be, when 30 minutes peak time on a city conveyance carriage of often questionable conduct and you've been so far up-close-and-personal so as to warrant a relationship of substance, on the downside if its laughter your after they are not the most cheerful bunch so not exactly a date magnet. Now I’m not suggesting a full on come-hither but a smile or shy coquette, or hint of a humor, or human, in some instances might suffice but no, the blanket of oppressive gloom that permeates and settles is enough to warrant a subscription to afore said cano… .com 

Oh and my worst fear is some flatulent fiend does with no, or insufficient consideration for, control of his plight does embark on a fest with uncontrollable or voluntary abandon of depositing particulate matter of foul substance which might settle on my person, ooooh I shudder at thoughts of such bounder and would bring back burning at the stake in a trice but the cad would no doubt combust in volatile fashion with a further potential detriment to all about.

Well back to the present, I said present not presence with no pun intended, though clearly I felt the presence, yes the force was with me and I did recognise said companion and said

“I know you, well that’s not strictly true, I know of a considerably large number of you, but not the personal number of you, who are you I haven’t a clue who’s in there TK 1, TK 2, TK 105, TK 3067 oh I give up this is  TD-us, yes I know of your people running amok galaxies and doing battle with lengthy and offensive weaponry“.  Well I did tap on his armoured self and say “hellooooo who’s in there, where is your intergalactic craft, has it packed up, that’s the trouble with craft, wear and tear, they are a costly burden, on the bright side with all this conscientious global warming kafuffle well you could be getting a bit of stick, in surely such a gas guzzler as, the omissions, I dread to think, so you see, a blessing in disguise, I hope this trip is not just a sham and that you’ve got a space chappie dude meeting you with the sham-defective craft just to avoid flack, like that perfidious politician chap duping the good public, yes can you believe sauntering around on his bycyclette saying ooooh how green am I, give me your votes when lo and behold the fraudulent fiend had had a friend fetch his valise by a volumous length of vehicular mode the conniving cad.

“Well do you know that Han Solo, the cocky conveyer of contraband, full of himself and mingling nay setting his cap at Royalty, well it just shows you, stations in life need not be set in stone, though he was, for a lengthy period, well not in stone, but in Carbonite which, would be a metal if it were real, but its not and oh I think I’m going mad, do you think I’m going mad, why do you not answer, oh good grief you're not really there therefore I have really gone mad”

Tap Tap, oooo!  that’s tough that utility garb, that’s my knuckles rendered unappealing and functionable for a few days, well at least I know I’m not losing my mind”

“Well hats of to the contraband cad, he who dares wins, as for the said young royal running amok the galaxy with her barely fettered bits and her porta-pack-snack-type-fashion-coif why no wonder that sluggish Huttish chap was drooling I mysel, had spittle on my chin until I realised twas carefully controlled tresses “I ticked myself off and said, Lem you buffoon they’re not deep fried balls of sugared, doughy, yes admittedly deadly but still, edible delights”  shame, could have been a highly lucrative merchandise kerchingo cash cow that, party hair that harbours your own secreted snack or for misapropriating party snacks for after the event consumption, well looks like the cash cow king made a faux pas with that huh! 

"Have you met that Vader Villain, he’s a cad of a lad, well not so young duffer really with his, yes don’t be fooled by 'fashionably hued' garb that’s not so much a garb of warrior uniform as it is, aid for the elderly, worried and infirm yes it did support his ailing constitution like a superior surgical appliance. Why if all such orthopaedic aids were fashionably hued I swear twould spark a trend to have an ailment, and twould be cool to hang out with the infirm who would receive acclaim instead of disdain, when did you ever see a fleshy colored prosphetic, badly disfigured asthmatic of,
not too actionable for obvious reasons, figure.  No tis not fashionable well tis wrong such discrmination should not be down to a shade of vogue.  Well anyway, that deadly scoundrel, we can forgive the estranged father bit, but embarking in full-on mortal combat with your very own offspring, why offspring’s should be cherished, a bit of counselling wouldn`t have gone amiss, perhaps from that Yoda, wise old sage dishing out nuggets of masterly wisdom with his verbal dyslexia why again! held in acclaim when a mere mortal would bear the brunt of a callous scoffing and be bandied a dunderhead, anyway perhaps not, he was a duplicitous and dastardly dude after all, losing his losing his blob like that and resorting to violent means well it looks like the force had abandoned him when he burst into a fest of fisti- and foot-cuffs faster than a Millenium falcon with a posse of untoward intergalactic cads in tow, oops 'pology you'd be one of those cads
huh!.

Do you know"…… well I was cut short

"Twas a film you dunderhead and I’m on my way to a fancy dress"

"Why Sir your dress is fancy enough and why so cruel, I will not believe you, twas only a film! your mistaken or your a cruel cad, you’ve been watching that Toy Story they tried to do the same to that other intergalactic heroic champ, Buzz Lightyear you wish to hurl cruel abuse upon my self by pretending that twas just fiction,I'm not listening, I'm not listening, I'm not...' why next you’ll be telling me there’s no tooth fairy. Why you heartless inhuman heel.