Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my wallet, and nothing particular to interest me on planet, I thought I would drift about a little and see the other planets of the galaxy.
It is a way I have of driving off gut fouling depression, and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly winter in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my morbid depression begets such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's heads off - then, I account it high time to get to orbit as soon as I can.”
Chewbacca! Hey look everybody! It's Chewbacca! Yes! Whos a fuzzy wuzzy wooly booly? Huh! Who is a fuzzy wuzzy? You are! Thats right! You are Chewy! We love Chewbacca! But... your beard General Mitchel blows his away. You rock the Chewbacca sir!