The outcome: Peridjinndalmationwhatsername liked A New Hope enough to watch The Empire Strikes Back, but did not feel a pressing need to continue on to Return of the Jedi - excusable, because it was after midnight at that point and we are not as young as we once were. (With the exception of the snortlepig, who napped from Tatooine through to the Imperial Walkers, then perked up and spent all of Dagobah and Cloud City bopping around the living room, sitting on people’s knees and taking their empty candy bar wrappers to the bin. Then as soon as everybody left she marched into the bedroom and said “Bed” very firmly. This is the second time in a week that she’s asked to go to bed - maybe our lazy anti-routine attitude has finally reverse-psychologised her into a Ferber toddler. Maybe I should deny her vegetables in order to imbue them with alluring mystique.)
Furthermore:
- Perithingy was touchingly furious at Han for saying “I know” instead of “I love you, too”.
- The snortlepig cried “Piggy!” in great glee whenever Yoda appeared.
- I’d forgotten how young Harrison Ford was. He was, like, baby-faced. With hair on top. And nary an earring in sight.
- I’d also forgotten how dang loopy Yoda is when first discovered by Luke. Good golly. He must have been breathing in swamp-shroom pollen for twenty years straight. Couldn’t the makers of the *ahem* prequels have put in a subtle hint or two that Yoda’s race typically suffers from a peculiar mental degeneration in old age? And while on the subj, couldn’t they have worked around “I haven’t gone by the name Obi-Wan since oh, before you were born”?
- The sorbet Mark II turned out just fine.
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