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i have question' date=' do you think that this group is going to be a hit?

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Well, it will be a hit ONLY to people who knows or likes Star Wars. For people who haven't watched it, they won't get what it means.

 

Let me hear the rest!

 

Really? Alright then.


 

*Joe goes to his dorm.*

 

Joe: Holy sh*t... The Force is so strong with him... If I messed with him, I really WILL get sent to hell. Hmm. What should I do? I want to do world domination, but with them around, it will never happen.

 

*Meanwhile, in another room, two Stormtroopers are listening in on his conversation through a secret camera.*

 

Stormtrooper A: Dude, he's a traitor. Should we tell Anakin?

Stormtrooper B: Nah, I think he's just bluffing. Why would he talk to himself out loud? He just WANTS us to believe he'll do it.

Stormtrooper A: But... What if it really happens? What if we DO become the kings of the universe? Wouldn't that be cool?

Stormtrooper B: Yes... But we do not have the Force. We cannot harness any of it. We're only Stormtroopers, with our guns and stuff. I swear, even the Wookiees have a better chance at that with their bowcasters.

Stormtrooper A: I envy the Wookiees.

Stormtrooper B: *sigh* Me too. What do we look like on the inside, anyway? Are we hairy?

Stormtrooper A: I have no idea. We were manufactured by some place and our all our databases were also pre-configured. But it is funny though, that we can actually think like normal.

Stormtrooper B: Do you... Want to take off my suit for me?

Stormtrooper A: What? No! Why would I do that? That's wrong man... Totally wrong..

Stormtrooper B: Who knows...? I might be a hot girl who's a virgin and doesn't have anything else to do with my life.

 

*Stormtrooper B gives a sudden tempting stare at Stormtrooper B.*

 

Stormtrooper A (thought): What if he really is a SHE...? *gulp*

Stormtrooper B: Well, what are you waiting for? It doesn't seem hard to take off my suit.

Stormtrooper A: Your serious about this?

Stormtrooper B: Yeah, I am!

Stormtrooper A: Alright then...

 

*In another room, one Stormtrooper is spying on those two Stormtroopers.*

 

Stormtrooper C: WTF???

 

*Back in the room with Joe, he's still thinking to himself out loud.*

 

Joe: Man... What should I do...? I don't have ANYBODY that wants to support me. Maybe I should go to the planet nearby and check if anybody wants to help out. It's not like I'm restricted from leaving the Death Star or something.

 

*To be Continued...*

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Okay, since I have time, here's the next issue of A Stormtrooper's Point of View:

 

*At a distant part of the galaxy, not too far away from the Death Star, a cry of pain is heard.*

 

Stormtrooper A: GAH!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?! WHY ARE YOU SHOOTING YOUR FRIENDLIES?

Stormtrooper B: Don't question me. I am your superior.

Stormtrooper A: WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? ALL YOU ARE, IS THAT YOUR GREEN, AND I'M WHITE!!! Wait, is this a Stormtroopist thing?

Stormtrooper B: What? Oh? No... It's just that I kind of hate you, for ever being in my group. Remember, we Greens are the Elite, and we never work with others. Especially the likes of you.

Stormtrooper A: THEN I WAS CORRECT!!! YOUR STORMTROOPIST!!!

Stormtrooper B: That's not even a word. Get over it. Before I shoot you in the crotch.

Stormtrooper A: WELL IT IS NOW!!! AND I DON'T HAVE A CROTCH! Wait, did I just say that?

Stormtrooper B: Oookay then... I think I'm out of here. *Stormtrooper B leaves.*

Stormtrooper A: Well... um... that went out well... Anyways, time to go back to the hidden base for some patching up.

 

*Back at the Death Star, Stormtrooper Joe has no clue as to what he should to do.*

 

Joe: Man... I need ideas... Before it's too late, and the Rebellion reaches us. Should I just go straight to the planet? But what if I get called for a important mission, and I'm not there? Okay, think... Just think...

 

*At the Core Room, two Stormtroopers are working on maintaining the temperature in the Death Star.*

 

Stormtrooper A: Hey Pat, why do we do this?

Pat: I don't know. I guess we were made to do this forever.

Stormtrooper A: I hate this job.

Pat: You think? We've been doing this for..

 

Deathus Speakerus™: ATTENTION ALL OF YOU LOWLIFES IN THE CONTROL ROOM: YOU SHALL NOW BE EXTERMINATED FOR BLASPHEMY AGAINST OUR ONE AND ONLY TRUE GOD, DARTH *static* LIKES PANCAKES. PLEASE TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR OUR ONE AND ONLY SHOW ON THE DEATH STAR, MAKING PANCAKES WITH STORMTROOPERS.

 

Pat: Uh... What happened?

Stormtrooper A: Dunno. Maybe some technical difficulties.

Pat: Weren't we suppost to fix that damn contraption two years ago?

Stormtrooper A: Huh. Guess so. Oh well. Shall we look at the show then?

Pat: Sure. I'll get our Lazerous Cutterus™ ready.

Stormtrooper A: Did you really have to say ™ at the end of that?

Pat: I don't want to be sued for Stormtrooper-right infringement™.

 

*Stormtrooper A gives a dry stare. Meanwhile, at the cafeteria...*

 

Stormtrooper A: La de dum... Making a drum... Full of rum... Lots of gum... Pay me your sum... Making lots of thum...

Stormtrooper B: Thum's not a word. And your singing doesn't ever make sense.

Stormtrooper A: Shut up. I don't see you doing any better. I gotta make these orders for Anakin, or I'll get fried myself.

Stormtrooper B: True, but if you didn't sing, you might have started actually doing something by now. All you have been doing is doing the moonwalk two hours straight now.

Stormtrooper A: Shut up. Not like you can dance.

Stormtrooper B: How the **** does a Stormtrooper moonwalk anyway?

 

*Back at Joe's room, he is still pondering about his doomed-to-fail plan.*

 

Joe: I GOT IT!!!! YES!!! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! THIS IS THE PERFECT PLAN. IT IS SO NOT-DOOMED-TO-FAIL. Now if I can just get out of here...

 

*Joe notices that the door's locked from the inside, because he stupidly forgot to pay his monthly payments to the Stormtractor, and he decided to just switch the door's functionality.*

 

Joe: WTF?!?!?!?! NO. NO. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME. WHY? WHY OF ALL THINGS, PUT A INSIDE-OUT DOOR THAT'S LOCKED? WHY?

 

*To be Continued...*

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