Military androids marched in perfect lockstep

Military androids marched in perfect lockstep across the concrete training ground. Their perfect forms reflected the harsh light of twin suns at their daily apex. The whistle of

dinner echoed across the desert sand. Immediately, the robots lost all decorum and rushed the chow tent. "Ain't you boys done enough marching? I whipped up some ion flapjacks!"

which didn't touch the sides despite the nuts and bolts. Dessert robots can be fussy eaters and one suddenly belched a

-n R2 unit with a sassy attitude. But it would soon learn respect. But when the protocol droid approached

the apex of Mt. Mordor, Lando pushed the damn robot in, stealing the One Ring just in time & hitched a ride on Jar^2's flame-spewing Corley motorbike to deliver it to Indiana Jones

Saxophone Icosahedron. "Oh hell," Harrison Ford interjected in a fit of sobriety. "You directors just don't know when to stop." He passed out and nearly fell into the pool, but

I threw in a stepladder that I happened to have about my person. Harrison Ford erected the ladder and climbed out of the deep end. "Learn to swim!" I yelled through my megaphone

Harrison was always having a crisis. Tom Hanks had a good cry when I told him to take out his earplugs, & Tom Cruise? You guessed it. He wanted to use a couch as a diving board

. What else do you want to know?" I asked the National Inquirer reporter as he flashed another C-note at me. "What's the truth about Oprah? Is she really a Nazi conspirator?" He as