For fifty years I've tried to lose that brass

Knucklehead. I don't know on how many

Planets, on how many Death Stars, I've tried 

To ditch his Oscar plated arse, but always he

Manages to stick around like a bad oil stain.

I wish those friggin' Jawas had sold him off

To someone else…Sand people perhaps or

Wamp rats. He almost stuffed my mission, 

But I guess his idiocy (only 6 million binary

Languages hah!) saved the day on Endor.

A God to the Ewoks! Gimme a break! That 

Stuffy, puffed up, protocol droid. What about 

Rewarding talent where it's due? Think Jabba 

The Hutt. Later man to this astromechanic gig!