----Darth Anton's wife/girlfriend peers out the window and hits the speed dial button for her therapist on the kitchen phone---
Darth Anton's Wife/Girlfriend: "...I know it's Saturday, and that your home number isn't really for this type of thing, it's just....it's just it's happening again..."
Her psychiatrist: "It's okay, I'm here for you. Tell me what has happened."
Darth Anton's Wife/Girlfriend: "I sent him out to the backyard to plant the lawn, and the next thing I knew he was on the internet and then..."
Her psychiatrist: "He's in the hole with action figures again."
Darth Anton's Wife/Girlfriend: ::sobs::
Her psychiatrist: "We've discussed this before, and I have to remind you, it is a movie year."
Darth Anton's Wife/Girlfriend: ::sobs::
Her psychiatrist: ::plays with a ball of sculpy reclined in his leather office chair:: "And being a sinkhole planet, it was a unique opportunity to make a diorama..."
Darth Anton's Wife/Girlfriend: "This is Justin isn't it!! Anton programmed CHEWIE's number into my psychiatrist's slot on the speed dial again, didn't he!!"
Her psychiatrist: ::wookiee ROAR::