My personal war on terror is being fought with laughter. And potentially, Wookies, it seems.
J: Is the landlord going to do anything other than replace the glass?
H: I dunno. He didn’t say. But I’m hoping for something like a new force-field around the house.
J: That, or Storm Troopers that lie in wait for any danger to come by.
H: No! Storm Troopers really scare me. I’d be afraid to get lasered if I startled one of them. But you know… What about Wookies? You know I’m really good with animals. They wouldn’t scare me AND they would really mess up intruders.
J: And they could dust all those hard to reach places.
–Wookie in pink and white apron with feather duster–
“You’re the best wookie EVER!”
“AAAARRRRRHHHH” (or however one spells Wookie noises)
H: Sweet! I HATE dusting!!!
Don’t Wookies shed?
Wookies are self-grooming. They just take a really looonnnng time at the hairdressers.