Chewbacca sighed mournfully. Once again he was on society’s fringe because of his looks. He had just been to see the film but left hurriedly when the woman sitting next to him suddenly recognised him. It seemed eerie to have a movie character sitting there...
“Wat’cha looking at?” Chewbacca growled. She looked away; her young son tugged her sleeve excitedly, recognition in his young eyes. Outside the cinema, Chewbacca shook his head: To think the Star Wars thing began as a laugh. The screenwriter, a friend, had included a lookalike character for a laugh. “Who’s laughing now?” thought Chewbacca miserably.
“Wat’cha looking at?” Chewbacca growled. She looked away; her young son tugged her sleeve excitedly, recognition in his young eyes. Outside the cinema, Chewbacca shook his head: To think the Star Wars thing began as a laugh. The screenwriter, a friend, had included a lookalike character for a laugh. “Who’s laughing now?” thought Chewbacca miserably.
