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<blockquote data-quote="Sosgez" data-source="post: 2383496" data-attributes="member: 518889"><p>Taxi Driver</p><p></p><p>As the grey sun rises over the sleepy hamlet, nestling in noxious effluent gases of a northern outpost, the Jedi Master's young Padawan forces open the front door of the filthy hovel, scattering a pile of Altarian pilchard tins left in the hall. He's tired, no, exhausted from a night shift ferrying drunken stormtroopers between pubs and the below-average cat houses on the outer edge of Minge City IV. He slides onto his fake leatherette armchair, and reaches for his remote, and switches on the 200 inch view screen. Sadly, the screen is slightly larger than the room, so the bit showing the channel number is only visible from the downstairs bathroom. So he begins pressing "next" button. Giving the visible channel no more than a quarter of a second of viewing before impatiently advancing to another technological delight of modern communications. But, as ever, at that time of day, there is nothing. Nothing at all apart from shopping channels. Even the Aliens in Bikinis channel has finished. He sighs . Then he remembers the 3 dead Ewoks in the boot of the vehicle. He'd better get them marinated soon, or the Sand People will sniff them out...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sosgez, post: 2383496, member: 518889"] Taxi Driver As the grey sun rises over the sleepy hamlet, nestling in noxious effluent gases of a northern outpost, the Jedi Master's young Padawan forces open the front door of the filthy hovel, scattering a pile of Altarian pilchard tins left in the hall. He's tired, no, exhausted from a night shift ferrying drunken stormtroopers between pubs and the below-average cat houses on the outer edge of Minge City IV. He slides onto his fake leatherette armchair, and reaches for his remote, and switches on the 200 inch view screen. Sadly, the screen is slightly larger than the room, so the bit showing the channel number is only visible from the downstairs bathroom. So he begins pressing "next" button. Giving the visible channel no more than a quarter of a second of viewing before impatiently advancing to another technological delight of modern communications. But, as ever, at that time of day, there is nothing. Nothing at all apart from shopping channels. Even the Aliens in Bikinis channel has finished. He sighs . Then he remembers the 3 dead Ewoks in the boot of the vehicle. He'd better get them marinated soon, or the Sand People will sniff them out... [/QUOTE]
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