I call BS. You camped (get it, as in being a poop skooter??) out at midnight last night so you could itouch some new plastic toys that Gapple made that is pointless as a phone.
12.30am, and JarJar Binks is all like "Me-sa So-rry, no more.......". That's when he got his head blown off and Hans Griffin lazily loited to the left........
Wait, my dreams are getting well f**ked.....