Smoker Wars

Dad was cooking ribs this weekend on his R2D2 smoker so I went out there and pretended I was the holographic image of Princess Leia pleading with Obi-Wan to help the Rebellion.

You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope…Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi; you're my only hope.

Dad stood next to the smoker and did his C3P0 impersonation, “”really R2, just because you’re a charcoal smoker doesn’t mean that you can’t emit consistent heat over a four hour period…”

I went inside, Dad’s 3PO accent was pretty lame and it was 25 degrees out and windy.