Hello!!
It's me again!
I consider myself to be quite a renaissance man. In addition to tickling the ivories and heading a fleet of starships, I like to write, paint, and garden. A sampling of some of my better works are below:
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@}'--Primordial Wish--'{@ Oh! to be a little squid swimming in the sea not a care to wrinkle my brow my only need to pee
I squint and squirm and squirt my ink into the deep blue water having no'one to answer to except perhaps my mother
I would not miss my legs nor arms My friends have flippers and fins My ocean's big enough for two - won't you please jump in?
From My Mouth "Move the fleet away from the death star" I say - as eyes bulge mouth twitches throat tightens brow glistens... the enemy waits
Ackbar Haiku* (composed while waiting for battle) Gills fill with salt air wait for oceans warm embrace I am home again
* many have noted this perhaps does not follow the strict guidelines for haiku - this is a special form of Mon Calamari Haiku. Trust me, it is correct!
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Many have asked "Admiral, what do you do when you are not saving the world or rolling across the piano or being mauled by a cat?"
Here is the answer:
I paint! This is an ancient form of Mon Calamari art - when an adult's head has fully hardened, they may dip the tip of their dome into various paints and swirl them about on a canvas - the results can be quite exquisite, as you can see below. This is entitled "Fleet moving away from the Death Star" of course!

I garden! Yes, that is my backyard seaweed garden on Mon Calamari. I have been know to grow 15 different varieties of kelp in one season - enough for myself and the local ladies!

I sample hallucinogenic seaweed! Yes, a bad habit, but I recently decided - heck, everyone thinks I do it anyway. Here's a snapshot of me 'feeling groovy.' Plus, I am rubber and it cannot affect my central nervous system in the least.

I am a candidate for sainthood! Technically I am not, but I think once I master 'The Harmonious Blacksmith' it will be considered a miracle and canonization will soon follow. I realize I am not from this galaxy and consider your religious teachings to be maudlin tripe, but making me a Saint can only bring goodwill to the universe. Pope, are you listening?
