Grumpy RPG Reviews
Explorer
The Supreme Chancellor – his face now revealing his always monstrous soul – spoke to the clone troopers, communicating across the galaxy via a network, a spider’s web, of holograms. On a thousand thousand worlds the replicated soldiers listened and would obey the utter malice.
“Execute Order 67,” Palpatine hissed. “Confiscate all the ice cream in the galaxy… especially the ice-cream sandwiches.”
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“Execute Order 67,” Palpatine hissed. “Confiscate all the ice cream in the galaxy… especially the ice-cream sandwiches.”
(add your own)