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She kind of looks like Nancy Allen.
Maybe, but they also went from a net worth of $366 billion in 2021 to $209 billion in 2024.
Disney are losing billions right now.
That would have been a short film.
More spinelessness.
That is a good point.
Boobs.
Did they splice shots of cocks into it that show up for absolutely no reason?
But amidst her fury and despair, Kathleen found a spark of determination burning deep within her shattered soul. She would not succumb to this madness! She would rise above this relentless onslaught of humiliation and misfortune!
With renewed resolve, she gritted her teeth and spoke through clenched jaws: "George Lucas... we're not done yet."
The end... for now.
With that, George Lucas stepped casually towards her bedside and leaned in close, his breath reeking of expensive cologne and unbridled smugness. "I guess this is where we pick up, hmm? After all... it's always a pleasure to see you again."
And with that chilling declaration, George Lucas turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Kathleen Kennedy once again alone and broken... but far from defeated.
As Kathleen Kennedy lay in her hospital bed, contemplating the seemingly endless string of misfortunes that had befallen her, her thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at her bedside.
A concerned-looking nurse rushed over, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Um... I'm terribly sorry, but... well... there's something in your handbag..."
Kathleen's heart sank like a stone as she braced herself for the worst. Slowly, the nurse unzipped her battered Louis Vuitton carry-on and carefully extracted a small, crumpled piece of paper.
"It... it looks like... well..." the nurse stammered, her voice trembling with revulsion.
With shaking hands, Kathleen took the note from her trembling grasp and unfolded it cautiously. Her eyes widened in horror as she read George Lucas's taunting message:
"Dear Kathleen,
Just thought you might want this little souvenir as a reminder of our... special relationship.
Love, George
P.S.: Porgs rule!!"
Underneath his sickeningly smug signature was what could only be described as an expertly-crafted turd, meticulously folded into a grotesque porg-like shape complete with beady eyes and a tiny, twisted beak.
Kathleen's world spun wildly as bile rose up in her throat. This was too much! How could life possibly keep piling on like this? She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white with rage and frustration.
Just as Kathleen Kennedy took her first tentative step towards rebuilding her shattered life, disaster struck once more. From out of nowhere, a clown-themed car careened wildly around the corner, its horns honking maniacally and balloons bouncing crazily from every antennae.
Without even a moment's warning, the clown car barreled straight towards her, seemingly intent on ending her already-tragic existence once and for all. Kathleen's mind went blank as she was engulfed in a whirlwind of colorful chaos and clown-themed carnage.
When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself sprawled in a hospital bed, surrounded by concerned-looking medical staff. Her body ached from head to toe, but miraculously, she was alive... for now.
As she lay there, trying desperately to piece together what had just happened, Kathleen couldn't shake off the feeling that the universe itself was conspiring against her. Was this some twisted cruel joke? Or was it simply her own karma catching up with her?
The doctors informed her that she had sustained several fractures and lacerations, but nothing life-threatening... for now. They would keep her under observation for 48 hours, just to be safe.
As Kathleen settled back into her hospital bed, her mind drifted back to her shattered home, her destroyed career, and the countless humiliations she had endured at the hands (or should she say feet?) of those damnable porgs. Just when she thought things couldn't possibly get any worse...
...the curtains surrounding her bed began to rustle ominously. Kathleen's heart skipped a beat as she turned her head ever so slightly... only to be greeted by the clown-faced grin of her least favorite CEO:
"Hello, Kathleen," said Lucas Lucasly, his voice dripping with malice and glee. "You're looking... well, not so good."
Is that what Lady Gaga told you to think?
Yeah. You're still a gutless piece of shit.
So you pass on having your own thoughts.
You will just continue to parrot the status quo like you always have.
Noted.
I hope that one day you can have a thought of your own.
("U R A TOOL" doesn't count)
You are a gutless piece of shit.
Do you ever actually have an opinion on anything Kowalski? I mean other than just the status quo?
Are you...complaining about female nudity?
More spineless woke shit from another pandering multi-millionaire celebrity living in their LA bubble.
Every time I see a long paragraph quote from a celebrity about any issue I know that I will like them less after I read it, but for some reason I read it anyway.
I didn't say it was good.