Oh, good. [Well, that was a bit sarcastic. Luke is currently climbing around, trying to find a perch that doesn't require him to constantly cling on in hopes he won't fall to his death. It seems a little undignified, after all this.]
You're the one putting limitations on that. [He says while scampering around on Tarn's shoulder.] Maybe your definition of 'fitting in' is too narrow.
[That's kind of really easy to say when you're not a giant purple robot, but you know, semantics.]
he's more like a barge...
You're the one putting limitations on that. [He says while scampering around on Tarn's shoulder.] Maybe your definition of 'fitting in' is too narrow.
[That's kind of really easy to say when you're not a giant purple robot, but you know, semantics.]