So now Ewoks fly. And we’re expected to love them instead of powering up our AA batteries (that’s anti-aircraft, not anti-aliasing) and having a turkey shoot? I think that’s unreasonable.
Best quote from the holiday page:
During the Festival of Love, tribe members prepare meals, dance, and sing traditional songs, such as this ancestral chant often heard drifting through the treetops of the forest moon:
Dugun duca lula ludia nuna, dounga, luna nudia!
No wonder the Empire wanted to dominate their planet — it’s just too bad they didn’t just drop a few nukes in to finish the job.
I’m also assuming that this painting doubles as the portal to Ewok Hell or somesuch:
Thanks to KIASA for making my day with this!