|A devastating defeat our clone troops experienced the other day. Unusual for them, this is. Almost always they win. Trained and bred for fighting they are. Very good at their job they are.|
The commander of the batallion and some of the others we summoned to the Council Chamber. For this loss they had to answer. A full explanation we expected from them.
"The enemy was just out-classed us, sir! That army was unstoppable! No one can defeat it! They're tough, vicious, and merciless. Those of us who survived are lucky to have gotten out of there alive," the commander said.
"This mighty army that beat you so badly, who is?"
"Uh, well, our intel agents were able to get a picture of them."
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"Ewoks?!! Brought down by dancing teddy bears you were?!"
"You don't understand, sir! They had like sticks, and rocks and stuff!"
"Yeah," a second Clone Trooper piped in, "and they don't fight fair, either! Some of them even bite!"
"But body armor and blasters you have."
"It's useless against them, I'm telling you, useless!" Uncontrollably, one of the Troopers began to sob. To comfort him the others started. Hysterical, he became, "I'm not going back there! You can't send us to fight those monsters again! You can't!"
Know what to make of this I do not.