One day I decided to shave a Wookie. Don't ask me to explain why I wanted to shave a Wookie, only know that I did. I wanted to see what color their skin was under that fur, and I would shave all the fur off, incase it was differant all the way around. I went to the barber, asking if he would help me choose a good shaver for removing thick body hair. He gave me one, and I think it will do the trick, though I think it's a little small for one to be used on a Wookie.
With a long extension cord, I carried my new electric shaver out into the street, waiting for a Wookie. They are rare now, but soon I spotted one, and I ran after him. He was a dirty white, with fur that really needed shaving. I lept on the great beast, shaving all the fur on top of his head. I could tell he really appreciated it, because he roared with glee, and tried to help by throwing up his big hands to try and move me to a better spot.
After shaving a really big part of the fur off on the big Wookie's head, he grabbed hold of me and yanked me down until I was looking right into those great big eyes and he roared in my face. Next time I shave a Wookie, I'll bring him breath mints. He roared at me how he didn't like me shaving him, and will rip my arms out if I tried again.
I wasn't really paying attention, trying to shave his arms, and without warning I fell on the ground, with my arms still up in the air. It hurt, alot, and I think I passed out from blood loss. I woke up later in a mental institute, in one of those rubber rooms. I didn't have on a straight jacket, because I don't have arms anymore, but I really like bouncing off the walls. They keep saying I shouldn't have shaved that Wookie, but next time, I'll stun him. Oh yes, one day I'll shave an entire Wookie.
[The End]
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