With the Rebel Alliance continually blowing up all the swanky Death Stars, what's an Imperial warrior to do when in the mood for a little R&R? If you're married stormtroopers Red and Jonny, you end up far, far away in the little town of Caledonia, Ontario, Earth.
Normally, servants of the Galactic Empire might stand out like a bantha at the Mos Eisley spaceport, but distracted with an ongoing First Nations protest, the sleepy Gateway to the Haldimand is the perfect sanctuary for taking a vacation incognito—skiing on Hoth is so 1998. Whether sunbathing scantily-armoured along the Grand River or taking a day trip into Toronto in less than twelve parsecs, the love between Red and Jonny is tender, even if they were cloned from the same Fett.
The Force is strong with these two, and we're tickled to see such joie de vivre after crushing defeat at Endor. Plus, we haven't seen such great gams since Leia Organa modeled metallic swimwear whilst chained to a Hutt.
Via Boing Boing.
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I get none of those jokes. But I also don't get the whole idea of wearing stormtrooper masks to symbolize love, so that about evens out.
Young David...I find your lack of faith disturbing.