In a galaxy, far, far away,..
"Peow, peow, peow, peow!"
After several months of (often not very) patient waiting Megan had just returned from watching the new Star Wars film and her mind was still struggling to process everything she had witnessed.
Which would explain why she was currently skipping down the street firing her imaginary finger guns into the air.
This already felt like a defining moment in her young life, comparable say, to the Moon landings, or the Kennedy assassination.
With her mind reeling with visions of intergalactic battle cruisers, scary monsters & super creeps and her delicate ecosystem overloaded with a heady mix of concentrated sugar and an industrial sized drum of cinema popcorn, Megan already knew that she was far too elated to sleep tonight.
And then there was the plot twist,.. that, unexpected fork in the road which signalled a radical change in the direction of the movie franchise.
She needed to find someone to discuss it with, and quickly, for fear she might bur