
Dear Life: Please leave me.
Poe: Hey, I'm back. What's new?
Abigail: You've been gone 30 minutes, Poe. Nothing.
Poe: What are you drawing?
Abigail: Wouldn't you like to know?
Poe: Yes, I would.
My unfinished masterpiece: Poemeo and BB-et
Poe: Okay, it's really good, but for historical accuracy, I need to be wearing pantaloons.
Abigail: You say "historical accuracy like you weren't trying to convince me yesterday that Padmé Amidala single-handedly fought her way out of the Geonosian Arena.
Poe: Pantaloons.
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