Stop the Preach.
Don’t tell Obi-Wan that the getting is good
or he will take all your children and make them into tasty fried chicken robots.
Don’t shout at Leia and jump on on the sight of Lrrrr of Omicron Persei 8.
This is my church.
The church of sticky-icky.
What? Dude, I’m high, so forget about it. Forget it. F_O_R_G_E_T about it.
Lol. Preach to me man, cause I’m fly-i-n-g.