Now recently, a little birdie came flying to my window saying "Kelevra, your only friend is in trouble, the big bad Skywalker has got he's hands on her skinny, little neck, so get off your lard ass and go help her." Now don't get me wrong, I hate birds, BUT! And there is a big BUT!
You see, I consider Minxie my friend, but that ain't the reason why I'm not happy with Skywalker, the reason is that I WORKED MY FRIKIN' ASS OFF TO GET HER WHERE SHE IS! And I'm not about to let anyone, remove that progress in one swift move.
So Skywalker, if you're reading this, which I think you do, once I locate you, I'm going to personally, give you one hell of a talking and show you, what you're missing, that one little detail, so I'll help you out.
TTFN, Ta Ta For Now.