In the words of an old Irish prayer:
Three wishes I ask of the King when I part from my body: May I have nothing to confess, may I have no enemy, may I own nothing! Three things I ask this day of the King, ruler of suns: May I have no dignity or honours that may lead me into torment! May I not work without reward before Christ! May God take my soul when it is most pure!
Carbonite’s Alright (For Fighting) - As the Empire strikes back, so does your significant other. So... what if Han and Leia *weren't *selfless and mature individuals putting the greater good...
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