Yub-yub. In the decades since our first film appearance, we Ewoks have borne the brunt of blame for the silly direction the Star Wars franchise took in the 80′s. Taunts like “jumped the shark,” “beginning of the end,” and “glorified toy commercial” endure to this day, shaming our families. We wish to remind the public that we are merely the creations of writers with no grasp of plot logic, which explains why a primitive race can learn to operate alien speeder bikes in seconds.
Also, if you people can tolerate midichlorians and Jar-Jar Binks, you can bloody well lay off us for a while. Yub-yub and goodnight.
The Force is strong in Frederique, Lori R.