Ever since Disney purchased Star Wars, Stitch thinks he is General Grievous. I keep telling him he is not but he just smiles, says Yes I am and whacks me in the back of the head with one of those plastic lightsabers. Finally I had enough. I yelled at him, YOU are NOT General Grievous and STOP whacking me in the head with those plastic lightsabers! He just stood there, smile widening from ear to ear as a tiny little squeak sound came from behind him. And that's when it hit me. Through gritted teeth I grumbled, and I'm pretty sure General Grievous never farted! Stitch just stood there smiling, blinked at me and said, yes he does, he just did.
I give. He's General Grievous
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