(Singing) On cycle twenty one of Life Day my first mate gave to me, an asteroid evader,
a hyperdriveless delta,
a toothless soldier beetle,
an Ewok chasing trooper,
one shiny explosion,
two racks and counting,
a creepy crawling brawler,
one big brown disappointment,
a disco crazy clanker,
a snazzy little space crane,
a Volkswalker Beetle,
a cranky Xerox copy,
another grey triangle,
a case of Déjà vu,
three teeny blasters,
an angry Steward of Endor,
a pair of ruby slippers,
a bounty hunter’s hot rod,
a break-dancing pilot,
an impractical escape ship
and a dancing droid beneath the Life Tree. (/Singing)
I love me some Slave I, but I prefer the version Boba had to buy back from Bernie Mac’s used car lot. Fun fact: Boba almost went with the Volkswagon Beetle as well. This is a straight up redo of the Slave I from 2011’s calendar in a Jango-fied colour scheme and why not really? It is after all the same ship. I love the thought of Boba escaping from the Sarlacc, but the thought of him piloting the sorry looking excuses he supposedly flew later does nothing for me. Slave I is another example of a bounty hunter riding in style. Same sweet little micro as 2011, but this time with a perfect excuse that isn’t laziness.
To be continued…
