Behind her, Kyp Durron sneezed, then asked, "What do you think?" After several dozen terrifying hours zipped tight in his EV suit because of a vacuum leak in his cracked canopy, he was by far the worst-smelling of the survivors.Let it be known that this "worst-smelling" achievement had some hefty competition. Observe, dear reader--
To Cilghal's sensitive nostrils, the foamy fungus eating away the scorched metal of the surviving X-wings smelled almost as foul as the soiled flight suits of the eight exhausted pilots themselves.SOILED HA HA. And of course--
Kyp shook his head and wiped his nose on the cuff of his flight suit.Such epic snot action can only flourish when given to the tender mercies of a REALLY LARGE STASH OF CRACK. And how it flourishes! like a delicate desert bloom when showered with the morning dews of a Jedi Master's most reverend mucus. And because we would never withhold such things as these--
Dressed in a threadbare cape and tunic, wearing his brown hair long and shaggy, Kyp looked as though he had just come in from a long mission. He always looked like that.Oh, Mssr Denning! How you spoil us with your generous offerings of ill-kept Jedi Masters! We can do nothing but praise your most holy wisdom, and hope for nothing less than stiff and crusty sleeves in the future.
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