If I were Chewbacca, I’d go to my classes, raise my shaggy arm, and discourse in guttural ululations the similarities between health care systems and the Empire.
If I were Chewbacca, I’d sit down at lunch with platefuls of sausage links and wonder if any of the wonderkids around me had a seed of control of the Force lurking in their unsuspecting minds.
If I were Chewbacca, I’d show up at a party and immediately all the girlies would stop grinding with their sweaty frat boys to run their hands through my mane while I thought of cantinas on Tatooine.
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