I feel a little bad about the fourth panel. George Lucas created something that millions of people, myself included, love. In return, we’ve all given him a bucket-load of crap because that thing we love isn’t totally perfect. I’m just as guilty as anyone of this, but I don’t feel good about it. I’m going to have to think about that.
Now, about the rest of the comic. A news story inspired it.
“Harrison Ford left behind a Star Wars script. It just sold for $13,600.”
Most of the attempted humor in the comic came from one sentence of the story.
“’It’s got his DNA on it. It might even have [Ford’s] sweat on it,’ Sarah Torode, co-owner of Excalibur Auctions, said during the auction.”
When I first read it, I was so thrown by the idea of his sweat possibly being on the pages being a plus rather than a minus that I missed a crucial detail until now. She says it “might” have his sweat on it, but she seems 100% certain it has his DNA on it.
I don’t think I need to elaborate any further.
Toward the end of the story, the former landlords who are auctioning the pages off say that Ford was a very nice tenant, and attended their child’s first birthday while he lived there.
That’s one of the best mixed-blessings I’ve ever heard of!
This was during the filming of Star Wars, around 1976. So, by the time Return of the Jedi came out, that kid was old enough to probably have been a massive Star Wars fan. And his-or-her parent’s, I’m sure, told him-or-her that Harrison Ford lived in their house, that Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill came over all the time, and that Ford was at his-or-her first birthday party. But the kid didn’t remember it, and the only proof they had were their baby photos, which no pre-teen, tween, or teenager ever wants to show anyone.
Oh, and they had a script that 100% definitely had Harrison Ford’s DNA on it.