I broke my wookie!

So actually I broke my wookie. He was in my bag, which is apparently a wookie-hostile environment, and when I pulled him out today he was broken. I never expected to say I broke my wookie! but it was the first that that popped into my head when I pulled my wookie out of my bag.

I got my wookie a while ago when Pepsie was running a campaign where they were putting Star Wars cell phone characters on their drinks. I like Pepsi, but I hate that I can’t find real Pepsi in Japan. I can only find the awful Pepsi Nex (I would link to it, but Pepsi Japan only has a flash site so I can’t deep link.) It is … bad. It is a zero calorie pepsi, but it isn’t as good as diet pepsi. I wan real pepsi. But I can’t find it.

Anyway, I bought a cute star wars ep III soldier for my cell phone, and got a nice wookie for L., because I thought she might want a matching Star Wars figure for her cell phone. She doesn’t. She accuses me of being a geek. I admit to my geekitude. She laughs. But she doesn’t take the wookie. He goes into my bag.

While I’m not looking, the trooper gets him. Damn you, Order 66!

In short, I broke my wookie.