May the 4th be with you.

And, ideally, may it not be the kind of blunt force to the crotch Snuka is subject to in the final panel of today’s strip.

But of course this is not an event that took place, and only Snuka’s idea of what might have taken place if his confrontation with the cheesewheel of his nightmares had gone ahead. Thus, he has canonically not lost his ability to procreate. Yet. And only in case he hasn’t already lost it by all of the earlier maltreatment experienced by his nether regions.
And I’m not sure whether Snuka would actually mind that sort of loss all that much…I mean, could he really be planning to have offspring, as long as there is the slightest chance that his descendants might inherit his kind of luck? Many people are already wary of procreation because of climate change, AI and nuclear war. Now imagine to combine that with a high likelihood that climate change, AI and nuclear war would aim straight for your potential offspring’s crotch…

Other than that, this strip didn’t require a lot of thinking…the lightsaber duel was simply called for by the date, and the ultimate outcome was simply inevitable from the get-go. >_>

More on Monday.