You Gotta Know When To Fold ‘Em

 

Greetings DNA impaired dwellers of Earth. It is I, Herman. My hairless Wampa apparently couldn’t handle even a shortened work week and passed out after he had too much iced tea to drink. It just goes to show the benefits of superior cloning technology. Since he was indisposed, and he put the example of inefficient reproduction into it’s nightly hibernation cycle, I decided that I would try my hand at an Earth custom you people call poker. Unfortunately I, along with my Imperial brethren had no idea how to play this game, I had to invite a rebel scum that I have dealt with, unsuccessfully I might add, to teach us this game.

The night started off well enough.

 

I was told this is a good hand

 

Soon enough the rebel scum showed his true colors and we were thinking we had been duped.

 

Something isn't quite right

 

It was clear that we were being taken advantage of. THIS movie was not going to end the same way.

 

Get him boys!

 

In the end, we “won” enough earth money to get our armor polished.

 

NEVER try to cheat the Empire