jesus christ on the cross

appendage grabbed the pilfered lamp and immediately the two little figures wereengaged in a tug-of-war over the stolen prize. As they spun about in battle, Artoobeeped a few electronic, "give me that's" "Mine, mine. Give it back," the creature cried. Abruptly, though, he seemedto give up the bizarre struggle and lightly poked the droid with one bluish finger. Artoo emitted a loud, startled squeal and immediately released the power lamp. The victor grinned at the glowing object in his tiny hands, gleefully repeating,"Mine, mine." Luke was about fed up with these antics and advised the robot that the battle wasover. "Okay, Artoo," he said with a sigh, "let him have it. Now get out of here,little fellow. We've got things to do." "No, no!" the creature pleaded excitedly. "I'll stay and help you find yourfriend." "I'm not looking for a friend," Luke said. "I'm looking for a Jedi Master." "Oh," the creature's eyes widened as he spoke, "a Jedi Master. Differentaltogether. Yoda, you seek, Yoda."