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[hellobugbite]

Hobbie, in a booth, sitting with his back up against the wall and his legs stretched out on the bench. Two mugs are on the table in front of him, one empty, the other half full of what is by this point stone cold caf.

Beside the mugs are his platoon of yellow army men, all arrayed in a desperate battle against the looming evil of the salt and pepper shakers.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Tiny Wes waves his arms, and is rather oblivious. Rather like his large counterpart "So, you see, Kettch, this is why we have to convince Wedge to let you be a Rogue."

[hellobugbite]

"Oh no!" Tiny Hobbie squeaks. "An Ewok! You do realize we'll never hear the end of yubbing now?"

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Tiny Wes turns around and squeaks back. "You know it, Hobbie. Ewoks are love!"

[hellobugbite]

"They scare me," Tiny Hobbie says plantively. "Something so cute isn't natural."

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, but they're all -kinds- of natural!" Tiny Wes seems to be in his element. "Little furry things, living in the wilderness!"