After two Dagobah Slug Slingers at the cantina, the following actions seemed reasonable —
- Purchase a work shirt from the Droid Depot, though we had not built a droid
- Jump the fence and gain entry to the Millennium Falcon
Our training held and we resisted on both counts, though at the cost of a stinging level of regret.
We got the shirt the next day at Disney Springs — the weakness for Star Wars merchandise is force-welded to our DNA…