Behold, Jar Jar. It is time for justice, Jar Jar . . .
We attempted just burning him, but he was stubbornly flame proof. So, we got out the all-purpose pyro’s helper . . .
WOO! That did it!
This was the point where the thing said (I shit you not) “Meesa loves you!” Too little, too late, motherfucker . . .
All we need are marshmellows . . .
I was kind of pleased with the results, as you can see . . .
Lighting a smoke off the condemened. Hey, waste not, want not . . .
Gungan . . . it’s what’s for dinner.
Them’s good eatin’, boy!
