Ackbar Never Came All the Way Down

"No really! you must process this!  True story!" Ackbar tells himself. Admiral Ackbar is heading to the local space bar. His craft has docked. He's already feeling his thoughts wildly zooming as they create what he sees in and out of his mind. He likes the trip. It is a day of tradition. All creatures in this area of the galaxy gather at the space bar. Admiral Ackbar has been working with genetic engineers manipulating human form. Hans Solo has irritated him. His internal monologue: "Human body processing. I see one over there. Such an oddity, human anatomy. I will arrange for the anus to be where the mouth is and the mouth to be where the anus is. It's a crap! Humans will then be literal about talking shit. For the resistance and the rebels, humans will be front line. They will also have an elongated head. I may send a few to build pyramids on another planet. Hans called me shit for brains. He said he was "joking."I do have a big brown head. I will complete the human droid factory and send humans to the reactor. I will sit in the throne room soon. Why are my hands really long and I have a lizard mouth? Oh yeah. I'm tripping at the Death Star Bar."