Kray had a point about Lucas wanting to ‘fix’ things. He had already tweaked the first three just a couple of years back. It was as if Lucas thought he needed to use the new special effects technology or his movies would not stand up to the test of time. The mortal was an idiot. And Kray was also probably right about other filmmakers wanting to ‘improve’ their older movies.
“Han shot first, no matter what they change,” he muttered, mostly to himself. That was the ‘fix’ that had annoyed him the most. He could have lived with that if it hadn’t been for that crappy movie they had just seen.
Zelos had no idea what he could do to make his brother feel better. He knew Pothos had copies of the original movies, maybe he could get a copy of those for his brother. But he was certain Kray already had a copy or two of them. On VHS and laser disc. He should send Tyche to reverse that man’s fortunes and then they would see how long he would keep fucking with his brother’s happiness.
“I’m sure they have pistachio, Kray,” he said, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We can’t be disappointed twice in one day, right?” If they didn’t have Kray’s favorite flavor, then Zee would go out and get it for him.