Return of the General, cont'd

[tikistitch]

As you'll recall from our last exciting episode, General Grievous, on his way to the costume party in the heart of Seattle Capitol Hill district, was waylaid by a bum knee.



"I have an idea," sez Mr. Tikistitch, disappearing as in a flash to the labyrinthine basement warehouse of Casa de Tikistitch.



Mr. Tiki emerges.



"Lightsabers at the ready. Gentlemen, are we a go?"



Strike a pose!

Next: Disco Grievous!