Severance, Season 1 – Stuck at Work Forever

Through the Idiot Glass Disclaimer: There will be spoilers. If you’re even remotely interested in this show and you haven’t yet seen it, or if you’ll be mad if you accidentally read any possible spoilers about it, I’m going to chalk it up to “not my fucking problem”. You have been warned.
Discussion Subject: Severance, Season 1 (2022) (Apple TV+)

Severance, Season 1
I’ve liked Adam Scott for years and I had a crush on his Ben Wyatt character from Parks and Recreation. <3 Ben Wyatt 4ever.

I went into Severance mostly blind. I had a shallow understanding of the intriguing premise without much context, and I’m hearing Apple TV+ is absolutely killing it with their original programming. Do we have a new HBO on our hands? Or is the feelgood chicanery of Tad Lasso just a delightful fluke?? Time will tell.


The Premise

Lumon Industries is a megacorporation that has developed a surgical procedure called “severance” that can separate a person’s work memories from their memories outside of work. The outside version of the severed employee walks into the elevator at 9am and the door immediately opens at 5pm with a complete break in consciousness and no memory of their work day. Conversely, the inside version of the employee walks into the elevator at 5pm and the door immediately opens the next day at 9am with no memory of their outside life, essentially creating an existence of endless work for the inside version. We mostly follow Mark Scout (Adam Scott, known as Mark S. on the inside), a Lumon employee who voluntarily agreed to the severance procedure as a means to cope with the loss of his wife. His “outie” is a depressed alcoholic. His “innie” is an engaged hard worker who doesn’t spend too much time ruminating upon his unending existence within a windowless office floor.

Mark S. is in a department with three other people: Dylan G. (Zach Cherry), Irving B. (John Turturro), and the newly-arrived Helly R. (Britt Lower). We see these people bent over a computer for eight hours a day doing what appears to be nonsensical busy work. We see Helly’s increasing sense of agitation, fear, and existential dread. The audience learns that the innies can never leave, because “leaving” isn’t freedom. It’s death. We see these people being psychologically, possibly physically, tortured by their gaslighting superiors Mr. Milchick (Tramell Tillman) and Ms. Cobel (Patricia Arquette). The show touches upon many themes: corporate greed, morality, ethics, slavery, identity, persistence of consciousness, depression, anxiety, death, even love.

Severance, Season 1

The Walken Mind-Meld. Once you go in, you may never come out.

As the season moves along, the audience continues to pick up clues about the implications of severance, the motivations of both versions of the severed, the agenda of Lumon Industries, and a very large conspiracy.

In short, this show is fucking awesome.


My Half-Baked Thoughts

I’m not much of a binger, but I finished all 9 episodes in 4 days. If life permitted, I probably would’ve knocked it out in 2. This is the best show I’ve seen in a long, long time, and probably the best Season 1 of anything I’ve ever watched.

There’s just so much about Severance that checks off my boxes: great acting, great soundtrack, a thought-provoking premise, a captivating and addictive story, eerie mystery, and plenty of philosophy. Only two days after finishing the series, I started watching it again with my wife. I never, ever binge and rewatch. Ever. It’s never happened before now.

Realistically, the last time I felt this absorbed by a TV show was when I was binging upon the first 3 seasons of Lost on DVD, way back in 2008. Lost was the first time I took a non-comedy television series seriously, having spent the entirety of the first 20 years of my life steeped in adult cartoons and Comedy Central. Sure, other shows have scratched that itch to some degree. The usual suspects: The Wire, The Sopranos, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, then maybe some Better Call Saul, some Fargo, some Mad Men, some Stranger Things, yada yada yada. Nothing has quite stirred my imagination like Severance though. I’m spending much of my time lately putting my self in the characters’ shoes; daydreaming about what it must feel like to descend that elevator at 9am and immediately find the door reopening at 5pm. Or, horrifyingly, vice versa. I’m combing Reddit for discussions on opinions on the moral, psychological, and philosophical ramifications of the severance procedure. I’m theorizing upon the motivations of Lumon Industries, the reasons why some of the “outie” versions of characters are deciding to undergo the severance procedure, and what these “innies” are actually working on while in the office.

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Must’ve been a good office party.

More than anything else, though, Severance has reignited my existential crisis in full force. Every once in a while I spend a blissful amount of days or weeks thinking constantly about death, consciousness, and non-existence. I’m not a religious person, I don’t believe in an afterlife, so the finality of dying and ceasing to exist is a cause of a lot of anxiety for me. It’s incredibly cool and fun. Let’s go into detail!

Death
Innie Helly spends much of the first few episodes plotting her escape out of the severed floor of the Lumon building, mostly in trying to relay a message to her outie counterpart. I was initially rooting for Innie Helly to succeed, hoping that Outie Helly would get the hint and let herself quit the job. I didn’t think at first that Innie Helly only actually exists because Outie Helly returns to work every day. Innie Helly can never actually escape and leave. If Outie Helly decides to quit and never return, the last thing Innie Helly ever sees is that elevator door closing at 5pm.

This shit messed with my head. I have spent a lot of time and mental energy trying to fathom the idea of an eternity of sudden non-existence. I’ve conceptualized the break and return to consciousness to be immediate, similar to real life accounts of general anesthesia or waking from a coma. A complete lack of awareness of the passage of time. Severance does a fantastic job of displaying this break in consciousness. Innies return to work immediately after the elevator closes, whether an evening or a whole weekend passed. An outie could have a serious life-threatening accident that puts them out of work for months, and their innie would just be confused that they feel some lingering pain the “next” morning. An outie could quit her job for decades and return to her old post, with the innie suddenly finding an office of brand new faces, looking in the mirror with disbelief at how much she aged. I’ve done my own thought experiments about similar circumstances. I could die for a day and return with little inconvenience. How about a week? If the passage of time was an instant, why would I care? How about ten months? Big deal, right? 18 years? I wouldn’t even know it happened. 1,000,000 years? That would be trippy, but I wouldn’t know the difference.

It’s the never returning part that fucks me up. I could show up again in the blink of an eye after the universe bangs and crunches 1,000,000,000 times in a row, spanning unfathomable amounts of eons. Perhaps I’d be disoriented, but there’s something still comforting about the returning part. As long as I return, I don’t care how long I’d be gone. But forever? With no end? Why is that so much more terrifying?

Part of me believes that if it were me in that office, no matter how absolutely miserable and torturous a life of unending work and poor treatment would be, I’d be anxious every time I ascended that elevator at 5pm that it wouldn’t open up again. Every night could potentially be death. What a horrific thought.

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Ben Wyatt has really seen better days.

Parenting
This is an interesting angle that took me a while to grasp onto. Part of my triggered existential crisis involved parenting, but I didn’t know it until I spent a lot of time thinking about the show.

A large theme of Severance is morality. On the surface, the idea of going through a surgical procedure that will permanently cut the shitty 8-hour workday out of your life sounds extremely enticing. God knows I considered it when I first started the show. Once you really dig into it, though, you come to the realization that severance will actually create a brand new consciousness. A consciousness that essentially begins its life on that conference table, completely wiped of personal memories. Sure, personality traits are retained. Language is retained. General world knowledge is retained, to an extent. Some suspension of disbelief is required to understand that these innies have no knowledge of personal experiences before their initial wake-up while retaining everything else, nor will they have any personal experiences outside of the office. Herein lies the moral sticking point: The outie made the decision to bring the innie into existence. Without their consent, they are subjected to a life they probably never would have asked for without any possibility of leaving. If an innie wants to quit and he’s not allowed, that’s fucked up. Slavery.

I know it’s not quite like that at all, but I’ve been very much struggling with the reality that I brought two children into this world without their consent and I have to make good about it by making sure they’re really happy all the time and grow up to be functioning adults who don’t whine or kill people or question the system or go to jail or cut themselves or work for IBM or have to take an armload of meds like I do! I think that’s a tall order and I have anxiety about it constantly. I think this show has really triggered that sinking feeling in my stomach, and it has solidified my anti-severance stance.

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Fun fact: Zach Cherry held his arms out for so long during filming that now even his muscles have muscles.

Speaking of which, I’m spend a lot of time ruminating upon putting myself in the innies’ shoes. As somebody who doesn’t get much satisfaction from work nor has his identity tied to his career, undergoing a surgical procedure to cut out those eight hours of my life sounds pretty attractive, actually. At least at first. Besides the surgical procedure part, which we saw performed on Helly and it looked rather gross, I would’ve done it in a heartbeat if I was assured it was safe. I mean, worst case scenario I quit my job and I never feel the effects of time loss again. The only thing I would need to worry about is the chip exploding in my brain! And, let’s be real here, would that be so bad?

Knowing that it wouldn’t actually be me trapped in the office since the show makes it pretty clear that the “original” is the one that stays outside, would I still do it? Maybe. I’m pretty fucking selfish like that. If I had an inkling that the innies were getting tortured, though, then I’m in a spot. Do I keep going to keep myself alive? Do I quit and kill that part of myself?

In the end, who cares? This show is really good!


Worth the Watch?

Abso-fucking-lutely yes it is. Did you read any of what I just wrote?

They’re filming Season 2 as we speak. It’ll be hard to top after such a stellar first season, so I’m nervous that the writers will take a crap all over the show and start introducing time-travelling DeLoreans and Great Gazoos. If it goes in this direction, we can all pretend that Season 1 was just a Severance miniseries and call it good.

Plus, we’ll always have the Milchick Dance.

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Hubba hubba. Get down with your bad self.

Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1), Issue #41 – “The Letter”

* Part 2 of 6 of the Irresponsible storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1), Issue #41 – “The Letter”! In the previous installment, Peter Parker continues trying to do the Spider-Man thing even though he has no costume. He tries going out in a mask with a sweatshirt and jeans, but it doesn’t work. He should really quit the Spider-Man gig and start banging MJ again, but that won’t happen. Peter Parker is a colossal dingus. He and Gwen are flirting more and more, but that’s stupid. Go for the redhead.

The issue ends with some man/woman blowing up cars with his/her electric powers. I don’t know if I’m supposed to know who it is. I don’t. As a result, it wasn’t much of a cliffhanger.

Shall we continue?


Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1), Issue #41 [July, 2003]
Written by: Brian Michael Bendis
“The Letter”

Ultimate Spider-Man (Vol. 1), Issue #41

I didn’t mention this last time, but something keeps repeating “GELDOFF GELDOFF GELDOFF GELDOFF” and it ain’t my novelty Mickey Mouse alarm clock!

This is definitely a man who’s doing the blow-’em-ups. He looks like a young Sebastian Bach from Skid Row and/or Gilmore Girls! The kids are reveling in the vehicular destruction until a gaggle of cops come barreling down the street. Cries of “Oh, man…” and “Ooooooh, man!” and “Bail!” can be heard as a filthy teenagers start running off in all directions.

Gwen is yelling, positively screaming, at Parker to shake a leg and get out of there, but Parker stays rooted to the spot. He glares angrily, probably because cops fucking suck.

“EVERYONE, FREEZE WHERE YOU ARE!”

Eep! It’s the bobbies! Kids are running out of the house, hopping fences, shooting up delicious heroin, and causing 9/11. MJ, ever the damsel in distress, gets knocked to the ground while attempting to leap a fence. “Ow! Some idiot stepped on my butt!”

Yeah yeah yeah, we’re all stepping on each other’s butts. Time to keep moseying. They run across a street – Parker, MJ, Gwen, and Liz – recreating the Abbey Road album cover.

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Come together/Right now… Sorry, this is dumb.

They all end up at a bus stop with a few sultry prostitute types. “What happened exactly?” asks Liz. “Some dude, this lanky mutant dude, blew up a couple of cars right on the front lawn,” responds Gwen. Blew up with his mind, man. Dig it.

The prostitute types are like “His name is Geldoff, he goes to our school”, which either makes them not prostitute types, OR they all go to prostitute school. It has to be one or the other. Anyway, this Geldoff guy is a foreign exchange student. They don’t know what his deal is, only that he does some trick where he blows up stuff with his mind, man. Dig it.

If it’s a mutant, that shit is heavy. Liz’s uncle was a mutant and he died of mutant anal cancer.

Gwen, however, wonders how getting arrested would’ve gone over with the police force considering her dad was Coptimus Prime. This wondering leads to some very public sad-sackin’. “My dad would have died of embarrassment… You know, if Spider-Man didn’t already kill him.” Twist that knife, Gwenno! MJ stares at Parker’s stoic reaction. Parker comments on MJ’s really slutty outfit, but, like, in a nice way!

Bus a-coming. Each kid takes their own seat until MJ beckons her old squeeze over to her. “What’s so funny?” Parker asks her after he catches her smirking. Here’s what’s funny, bro: Your DICK is hanging out of your PANTS! Also, why take the bus, idiot? Go be Spider-Man and swing on out of here.

He can’t be Spider-Man. He lost the costume. MJ laughs at this fucking ninny. Not much else happens. Things are awkward.

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We need to discuss, at length, the sex that we are currently not having.

So MJ stops Parker to talk about a folded envelope that she pulled out of her purse. “If I give it to you…” she hesitates, “…will you promise not to open it till you get home?”

BIZZZORRRT BRRTTT!! Well, now you’ve piqued the kid’s curiosity! Gwen and Liz look on as Parker doesn’t get a good answer on what the fuck it even is. “Just promise me,” MJ says again. He glares at her like that “me gusta” rage face, only he doesn’t look like he gustas at all. “Yeah. Okay.”

Then Gwen and Parker have this exchange. Ready?

“The hell was that?”

“Let’s go home.”

“Open the note.”

“I’ll do it at home.”

“Whipped. It’s okay, I know what it says.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

DOES GWEN KNOW WHAT THE NOTE SAYS??!*

*who cares

We don’t get left hanging too long here. Parker opens the note in the comfort and sanctity of his own jerkin’ hole and starts putting those reading skills to good use.

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Gross.

So yeah, the note is a bunch of this kinda shit. And that she’s miserable. And that she wishes she hadn’t said a lot of what she said. Blah blah blah. After finishing the note, he bolts next door and leaps through MJ’s window, shattering it into seven trillion pieces and killing both himself and her in the process. “You mean it?” he asks. “I’m so scared, Peter,” she responds.

They get lovey-dovey. Here’s how he can fix this: 1) he promises no one else will toss her off anything high, 2) he promises to tell her every at all times, including which TV dinners he ate that night, 3) that’s it, really.

Then they kiss and make up. FINALLY! After all those issues. Bone the redhead, son! She’s the one who matters!

The next morning, someone had sprayed “GELDOFF RULES!!” all over the lockers with red paint. Parker finds it curious and disconcerting. Who the FUCK is this Geldoff guy and why does he, as they say, rule? “I gotta get over to that other school and figure out what the deal is.” Is he going to be the new Big Bad? Is he just some snot-nose kid like Parker? Does he poop his pants like Parker? Eat his turds like Parker? These are the questions.

MJ surprises him with a peck on the cheek. Flash Thompson surprises him too, but no kiss from him. Rude. “I gotta talk to you, Parker,” he says for the second time in two issues. Parker tells him, in a nicer way, to fuck right off. Again.

MJ has his back, all like “yeah!” Flash gets mad and storms off again, so we will undoubtedly get four more issues of him trying to approach the intimidating Peter Parker for more fireside chats.

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He probably knows Geldoff and has been accidentally funding his various Bad Boy crimes.

Liz comes running up to the two lovebirds and shows them her cute little 2003 flip phone. She has a friend from another school who knows a guy who knows another guy who actually knows Liz’s friend, and Liz’s friend is personally currently seeing Geldoff blow shit up at this one school. Lots of “BOOM!”s are emanating from her phone. Kong wants to go over there and see shit get blown up. Liz does not want to go watch shit get blown up.

MJ pulls Parker aside and tells him that he must – nay – he MUST go over there and set shit straight. Costume or no costume! But here’s the funny thing, right? She made him another costume. Well, half a costume. The Manic Pixie Dream Girl hasn’t had enough time to finish it yet, but hey, it’s the “thought” that “counts”.

They scuttle over to a dumpster and he puts that shit on. It looks like a poncho draped over his smelly slacks. “Well, this is just embarrassing,” he says, embarrassed.

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Tuck it in, son!

Final Thoughts

This kid looks like a fool-ass fool. I wanna see MJ put on the mask and start kicking ass. She really needs to dump this loser and stop being a fucking girlfriend. Yeesh.

The Great Hunt (Book 2) – Chapter 31: “On the Scent”

The Wheel of Time - Book 2 - The Great Hunt

Mat’s looking like shit these days, daggerless and everything. He wants to know how the hell Rand’s group was able to get to Cairhien weeks ahead of them. Rand is like “I ‘unno”, but he’s glad that they were able to find him. They had the dagger, Mat, they HAD THE DAGGER, but then the chest that contained it and… ahem… and the Horn… was stolen. But don’t worry! Mat assures them that, between Hurin the Sniffer and Perrin the “Sniffer”, they will find the Horn again in no time! That Horn smells pretty bad, too. A sniffer will sniff that sonofabitch out in two shakes of a Rand’s tail.

Throughout all the talking, Perrin is amazed at how Lordly Rand has become. He is even heard to say “Shadowkiller”, possibly confirming what the wolves know. After Verin heals Hurin of all his inn-on-fire wounds, they set off to find another inn called the Great Tree in order to regroup and discuss and share and sing Kumbaya and all other manner of happy horseshit.

Later, when alone, Rand is suspicious of Verin’s presence and wonders if Moiraine’s trying to pull some strings again. Ain’t gonna happen! Nothing doing! He finds both of Selene’s notes in he breast pocket of his ornate red coat and decides to burn them up. Moving forward only from now on.

Verin had set up a private area for them all to talk. Ingtar isn’t taking too kindly to Rand’s confidence about taking command, not like it’s Rand’s fault. He’s been used to it for the last couple of weeks. Verin demands to know, just like Mat, how the three of them arrived at Cairhien so quickly. Rand spills the beans about literally everything: portal stones, Selene, the Horn, his limp, leaky penis. Everything. Hurin returns to report that Darkfriends have entered the manor of Lord Barthanes, which Verin doesn’t seem too surprised about. They all plan to infiltrate somehow, and this is the part where Rand reveals his invitations and decides about Barthanes’ instead of Galldrian’s. Sorry for spoiling that earlier! Not that anybody it reading this at all!

More discussion of little consequence happen. Rand remembers the statue with the large crystal ball and asks Verin of it, who responds that it’s one of a pair of sa’angreals intended for use by a man. The other one, far away in some other land, is an identical sa’angreal intended for use by a woman. Together, they have enough power to Break the World all over again!

Speaking of Breaking the World, I’m a gonna go break a sweat. By running to my bed. To take a nap.

The Second Session Photos

Is it November 4th already! Well dang it all to heck, sir, I must be in the middle of my third tattoo session right now! Getting all cut, ripped up, and sore by a very friendly artist who talks to me very seldom and that’s the way I like it!

While I’m off doing that, here are a couple of photos of my healed tattoo after Session #2. Some of the lower area near the elbow has been cleaned and crisped up, but there’s still a lot to be done with the rest. Enjoy my flabby arm. Catch you next time unless I die on the operating table!

Chronicles of the Tattoo - Session 1

Chronicles of the Tattoo - Session 1

Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #9 – “Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 2)”

* Part 2 of 5 of the Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon storyline *

Welcome to Ghostliness & Nerfherders Presents: Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #9 – “Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 2)”! In the previous installment, Han faces off with his so-called wife, Sana, as she attempts to retrieve Leia and turn her over to the Empire. Luke travels to Nar Shaddaa (the Smuggler’s Moon) where he smuggles and moons everyone in the seediest bar in town while trying to find someone to take him to Coruscant. While showing off his lightsaber moves, some shady character steals it and runs off with it.

Here’s my prediction: Han fucks his wife as a distraction to keep Leia safe. Leia becomes more jealous as the storyline progresses. Luke gets fatally wounded by a flying hockey puck during a Red Wings game.


Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #9 [November, 2015]
Written by: Jason Aaron
“Book II: Showdown on the Smugglers’ Moon (Part 2)”

Star Wars (Vol. 2), Issue #9

Nar Shaddaa proves to be a very bad place to have something stolen from you. The urban metropolis is bustling with activity. Impossible to chase anyone down, but god-fucking-damnit, Luke Skywalker is gonna try! “Artoo! Where are you?!” Luke screams into his Fitbit. “We can’t let him get away! That lightsaber is all I have!” Awww, don’t be so hard on yourself, kiddo. You also have your intelligence (*snort*) and your charm (*snort*).

The thief hitches a ride on a flying penis-shaped car and snickers to himself. “Nice try, off-worlder! Too bad you roof-run like a farmer! Welcome to the Smuggler’s Moon! Ha!”

This guy is immediately put in his place when Luke zips by on his own craft, leaps from the edge, and grabs onto the guy’s leg. “Gotcha!” The magnetic hand that the thief is using to hang onto the bottom of the flying car starts to slip. “You’ll kill us both! Get off before the…”

And then “the…” happens. Both start falling to their impending deaths! Luke spends the duration of his descent trying to grab onto the falling lightsaber. They both crash-land on the ground and survive without a scratch. I’m not sure why. Seems dumb, but what do I know? I don’t write comic books.

“Shorted out… my magna-glove. You… how did you jump so… you’re insane.”

“No. I’m a Skywalker.”

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You and your lazy eyeballs don’t intimidate me, Lucas.

Now that we’ve established that Luke is a Skywalker, we can pick up our lost lightsabers and move on with our day. He notices that the others from the bar have stopped chasing them down, and it’s because, as a nearby Hutt puts it, they’re in “Hutta Town” now. “Which means you and your pretty little saber of yours… belong to Grakkus the Hutt!”

Grakkus the Hutt looks like someone squatted and took a big, mushy green shit. And then put abs on it, as the case is here. Luke isn’t scared though, and for the fifth time in twenty minutes he makes a dumb face and flicks on that trusty lightsaber of his.

Meanwhile, back on Marital Dispute Planet, The TIE fighters have their targets in sight! Apprehend at all costs! Don’t let them get away, for the love of God, or Darth Vader will spank our butts! Now move!

Han finally spills the beans to his hunny-bunny that Leia’s not the only rebel standing before her. “I’m on the Empire most wanted list!” he cries at her, asking for his gun back. Leia is shooting advancing troops with her tiny laser pointer. She’s doing a much better job alone than 45 trained men. Then Han gets his gun back and joins the fray. Sana is beside herself with frustration.

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Oh boo hoo. You’re the one who married this asshole. Grief it up, baby.

Once the troops have been temporarily neutralized, they all get onto Sana’s ship and book it from the planet.

Luke is spending his pleasant afternoon trying to cut down robots now. Battle droids? Grakkus the Hutt’s army of Tinker Toys? These guys are wielding cattle prods, and Luke gets a neckful of electricity. “Hnnrgh!” he is heard to utter.

“How do you like my magnaguards?” Grakkus jubilates ejaculatively. “They’re relics of the Clone War. Designed to battle Jedi Knights. Of which you are clearly not one.” He then asks where Luke, ahem, stole that lightsaber.

I want to know why Grakkus is speaking English right now. He doesn’t even have those <> symbols next to his words. Aren’t these Hutts supposed to be like HOOBA JERBA GLOOBA SNERBA? Is this an error?

Grakkus is informed by his informant that he was informed that Luke is trying to hike it over to Coruscant. Grakkus is like “NO! WELCOME TO THE SMUGGLER’S MOON, BEE-OTCH!” and knocks Luke out cold. He wakes up later in a dark room where Grakkus holds up a glowing 20-sided Dungeons and Dragons die. “Do you know what this is?”

Apparently, it’s an artifact of the Jedi. You see, Grakkus likes to collect Jedi artifacts. He enjoys that the Jedi are all dead and gone, and his hobby is reminding himself that the Jedi are all dead and gone by collecting trinkets and antiques like some midwestern grandmother. “That’s why your agent stole my lightsaber,” Luke guesses correctly. Bravo, smarty.

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Or else I roll this thing and deal +8 weapon damage on your Gloobus Glaive.

Luke doesn’t know what it is, obviously, because he doesn’t know what anything is, obviously. He tries to use the Force while Grakkus counts to five, but the Force isn’t showing him anything because the Force isn’t a YouTube channel. Then he flails for Ben Kenobi to show him the way. And suddenly, a roomful of these dodecahedrons start lighting up and floating. Each reveals a hologram of a long-dead Jedi Knights. They each, in turn, spout of trite Jedi-isms like “Anger leads to hate” and “Trust only in the Force” and “Kirk was better than Picard”.

Luke goes cross-eyed while one tells him not to let their deaths be in vain. “Don’t let this be the end of the Jedi.”

“Well, what do you know?” Grakkus looks down his squishy Hutt eyes at Luke. “It appears you will make a fine addition to my collection after all. What you are, dear boy, is the Last Jedi.”

“And now you belong to me.”

Luke gets to go to the arena where he’ll fight! Stay tuned for a lot of this in Issue #10!

Sana flies away like fuck from the advancing TIE fighters. “They’re jamming our transmission! I can’t call for help!” Sana then decides to just try losing them in the thick, red atmosphere. Han wants to play pilot, please, but Sana tells him to go screw.

Elsewhere, that Mon Mothma lady is chatting with an old dude and Admiral “It’s a trap!” Ackbar. There’s a distress call from Luke Skywalker’s astromech droid. You know. R2-something. On Nar Shaddaa. The Smuggler’s Moon. He’s been kidnapped by a dang ol’ Hutt. The old guy is like, what the fucking fuck is Luke Skywalker doing on some shithole like Nar Shaddaa? Ackbar doesn’t care about such piffle, he just wants to know how they’re going to get him out of there.

Mothma claims they can’t. Hutts are untouchable, man. Have you seen… uh… it’s coming to me… Jabba? He makes women wear skimpy metal bikinis. They can’t compete with that!

So Luke’s on his own.

Except that Chewbacca is there to volunteer to rescue him.

Here’s his proposition:

“RRRRRRRRRRRRWWWWWHHH”

Final Thoughts

Why does anyone give a flying fuck-flip about Luke Skywalker? I’ve seen NO evidence in all my travels that this little pee-pants is worth even a millisecond of anyone’s time.

Obi-Wan Kenobi died for this kid. He’s the biggest idiot of them all.