"You can sleep in a comfy bear-shaped sleeping

"You can sleep in a comfy bear-shaped sleeping bag for as long as you like, but that will not save your planet or its residents. Your minds are undisciplined; your tech is equal to

stone knives & bear skins." "Listen you tin plated hunk o junk. It's what they had at the outlet.Either this or a furry wookie bag that stinks when it's wet. I didn't expect aliens

to burst from your chest. I think this is a job for Agent Ripley." He left the droid standing there looking stunned. But then again, it was a droid; it always looked that way.

Nonplussed, the droid rolled off to the KwikLube and traded the map it was smuggling for two gallons of Androysian nectar. A cloaked traveler followed the droid into an alley and

put a hand on the droid's domed top. "You got the juice?" He asked. The droid beepled, passing the cloaked figure a flask. "Nice," he said, "I've got that Degobah Dank if you're

game." The droid just stared blankly at the cloaked figure. "Eh, never mind. I gotta get out of this damned cloak," and with that, she threw off her robes, revealing her wings. She

had a beautiful, angelic figure, with giant white feathered wings and hundreds of eyes. It was a sight to behold: The droid stared in awe, unsure of what to say in the presence of

such a being. the droid buzzed and whirred, it's programming working overtime to process what was before it. "h-hello?" is the phrase it decided on, polite, as their programmer

programmed them to be. The angel was overloading the droid's circuits. It was from their heavenly aura which emitted energy in all dimensions. The angel made a few adjustments with