If Gungans Arrived En Masse to Earth Would You Stay or Go?

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I read about that some years ago, but the idea was dropped due to Jar Jar being a dork.
 
He’s actually very intelligent, just plays the fool a bit too much. I think all his deep moments were cut from the film, sadly.
 
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They are ocean dwellers, and we have plenty of those here so I say come in in.
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Just thinking out loud here, but wouldn’t an additional16 billion human-sized creatures living under the water raise the ocean levels, causing catastrophic loss of human life?
 
I’m a believer.

Supreme Leader Smoke = Darth Jar Jar, and he’s coming back.
 
So much enmity for a kind and wise person. Jar Jar was only trying to keep people from getting too downcast and stressed out over the great galactic peril that the Jedi were contending with.

Yoda once said, “Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is.” I think it may have been Jar Jar’s ability to let his simplicity shine through that kept the Jedi strong and confounded the dark side. One might even argue that without Jar Jar’s participation, the battle would have been lost.
 
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Methinks you are doing a bit of identification with old bottle-bottle biggs.
 
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Right, you may be, Princess.
Not all tricks, Jedi reveals he will.
Sometimes silent, he must be.
 
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“Yousa cannot bees hair. Dis army of invadeers up dare tis nota weelkum!”
 
No, No, No.

Why you guys always thinking in terms of invasion? Free your minds, you must. 🙂 They are coming. You all may as well loosen up a bit and start planning for the party.
 
I’m planning on hiring a spit 🙂 Well several as there’s plenty of mouths to feed in my clan.
 
What’s a spit? Can’t you just do it for free? You Aussies are weird.
 
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You’re so protective of those Gungans…I’m beginning to feel a little suspicious…🤔
 
As an inhuman, I defend the rights of all sentient good-hearted beings coming from outside our solar system against the establishment.
 
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
 
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