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So completely hypothetically speaking.... why would my sister someone yell CANNIBALISM at me someone else who is just sitting there eating a cinnamon roll?

Gee, thanks Network, I really wanted a smelly sand beast to remind me of all the abuse I endured when I was stuck on that trash planet.

What am I supposed to do with it?

( Cut for picture of cute baby bantha - aka smelly sand beast )

Dreams...

I feel like I slept, but I look like shit. I know what I'm doing now. I'm going to war in a Spitfire. I've got my boys with me and we are heading to Dunkirk ealy in WWII. The Axis has the British and French trapped on the beach, and they are trying to evacuate, but they are sitting ducks, so here we come to save the day. I'm not Mighty Mouse, but I'm good in a plane. Oh, and while I did take a hit that killed my fuel gage, I'm still in the air, ready to defend. Let me see, will I crash in the ocean or sacrifice myself? This is entirely possible.

I'm ready for another round, and maybe a drink.

If my dreams could stop killing me and my friends, that'd be fucking great. However, what I woke up to this morning almost makes up for it. Eliot, Quentin, Alice and I became Kings and Queens of Fillory so when I woke up this morning, my crown was on my dresser. I want to wear this all the time. It feels so natural. I may have to wear this for Halloween.