A fan whirred, and suddenly Jabba the Hutt was in our living room.
|Bacchus photo bomb|
My humans had a space-themed Halloween party to go to and needed our help. Luckily the Princess Leia bra kept falling off me, so I was off the hook. Plan B only required my picture.
|Jabba meets his match|
We inspected the chewable props they were sewing, and Nacho stole one ... or a couple ...
|trouble with tribbles|