Part of a complete breakfast

*Clears throat* ...

YO LISTEN UP HERE'S THE STORY

ABOUT AN OLD JEDI THAT DRINKS ALL THE BLUE MILK

AND ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT AND EVERYTHING HE DRINKS IS JUST BLUE

LIKE HIM INSIDE AND OUTSIDE.

*yelling in Dah-bah-dese intensifies and trails away*

Well, now that we've got that out of our system, let me unequivocally inform you that The Last Jedi bloody RULES.

I mean, it's definitely okay if you didn't like it. You can be wrong. I like Beauty and the Beast: Enchanted Christmas, and I'm still allowed to vote. So you keep doing you! I'll be over here, tossing back creamy blue shots and hyperventilating at the idea of tweeting this week's goof at Rian Johnson and Mark Hamill.

**Spoilers: I'm probably gonna.**

**Double Spoilers: They probably won't see it.**

**DARKEST SPOILERS: THEY TOTALLY SEE IT, BUT- https://youtu.be/eqwrUUAMrdY**

You've got a point, McFly. But my research indicates that you did, indeed, have a future. And you went back to it frequently, so maybe we give it a go! Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead! This comic could be our Johnny B. Goode!

This one's had me daydreaming folks. It's been like the end montage of La La Land at Erin HQ this week. Come tomorrow I'm sure we'll just be sitting in our apartment (again, Mom's guest room), and the phone will ring.

"OH SNAP."

It's Mark Hamill. He's on the phone right now. And he loves our work, too!

"Erin, Adam? It's me, your hero, Mark Hamill. I need you to come to Hollywood right away. To be famous and have money and to be my best friends. Yes, Harrison will be there too."

Then we all tap dance and it's bitter sweet, and I'm pretty sure Adam and I break up in the end. It's not a perfect metaphor.

Anyway, here's to the ones who dream...of thick, blubbery, aquamarine manatee lactate, and all the wonders nature's milkshake can bring...to the yard.

May the Force be with ew,

<3 Erin