There’s a sweet spinoff opportunity here. Here’s my pitch:
This Stormtrooper called in sick on the very day that the Death Star exploded. His life was spared, but everyone he knew was gone in an instant. Jobless, friendless, and depressed — he travels to modern-day Earth, moves into a hotel in Reno, and drinks his wasted life away.
(photo and inspiration via hydeordie)
