Mr. Tiki knows a guy....
Jun. 5th, 2008 10:27 pmSo, Mr. Tikistitch knows a guy.
And, oddly enough, the guy makes toys.
Even more surprising, he sometimes makes Star Wars toys.
So, this evening, Mr. Tiki got a box. From the guy.
"What's in the big, big box, Mr. Tikistitch?" asked we.
"Stuff," he explained.

'Twas hardcopies. Mini mini hardcopies. Of the mini mini Star Wars toys they'd had at a fast food outlet, not so many years ago. Mini chubby hard copies of mini chubby Grievous and mini chubby Yoda and mini chubby Kit Fisto and mini chubby other squee-worthy suchlike.
"And," said Mr. Tikistitch, "that's not all...."

*faints*
P.S. More to come when we scrapes our selfs off the carpet & figures out how to focus the camera.
P.P.S. Much, much more.
P.P.P.S. *squee*
And, oddly enough, the guy makes toys.
Even more surprising, he sometimes makes Star Wars toys.
So, this evening, Mr. Tiki got a box. From the guy.
"What's in the big, big box, Mr. Tikistitch?" asked we.
"Stuff," he explained.

'Twas hardcopies. Mini mini hardcopies. Of the mini mini Star Wars toys they'd had at a fast food outlet, not so many years ago. Mini chubby hard copies of mini chubby Grievous and mini chubby Yoda and mini chubby Kit Fisto and mini chubby other squee-worthy suchlike.
"And," said Mr. Tikistitch, "that's not all...."

*faints*
P.S. More to come when we scrapes our selfs off the carpet & figures out how to focus the camera.
P.P.S. Much, much more.
P.P.P.S. *squee*