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Chicago Force in da hiz-ouse
...as seen by Matthew "Hazmatt" Callison
Saturday, September 7, 2002 found several members found themselves wandering the mean streets of Chicago looking for the school part of the Art Institute. When the eventually found it (Hazmatt: Note to self-112 Michigan, NOT 122 Michigan --beats self repeatedly about the head and shoulders), they participated in the creation of a Star Wars Fan Film.
The film is a short space battle, 3 good pilots against 3, well, evil pilots. The crew had a great time playing the parts, and can't wait to see the finished product.

Lights! Camera! Where'd Dave go?
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Eric, the writer/director
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Ray askes what his motivation is
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Dave and Ray listen patiently to their instructions
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Our intrepid pilots suit-up for action
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David is so handsome...
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The director checks the script
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The rest of us laugh at...er, with the fledging actors. Yeah, "with". Definately "with".
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Looks like TK-421 has a bad transponder
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OK, Ray, where's your eye? Good boy!
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The camera is ready to roll, the tension is palpable
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Almost there...
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Almost there...
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"This is Gold Leader."
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"I can't shake him!"
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The crew encounter their first bit of campy dialogue
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The director tells them to do the same thing, but "faster, more intense"
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"Can I get my line, again?"
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The crew encounter their second bit of campy dialogue
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And now, for the evil pilots...
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"Look at the size of that thing!"
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No, you look fine, really.....fine....no, I'm not kidding....really
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Before they take over the galaxy, they have to figure out the zipper
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"This isn't working for me. I'll be in my trailer."
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"OK, who thought my head was this big?"
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The face of Evil
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Ready to rock 'n' roll!
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The new crew listens intently to the director
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"I have a large head. It's a medical condition, OK?"
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Well, they look like elite fighter pilots, trained to kill
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"So, you wanna, like, hang out afterwards?"
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If this is wrong, I don't want to be right
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"Screw you, you goody-goody pilots!"
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Phil's just been blown up, and she's flying over to resuce him. Really. I'm not kidding.
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"Look, Phil has 'fighter-pilot hair'..."
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Phil floats in space, waiting to be rescued.
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The crew thinks, "Where'd we find these people?"
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So, we all get a percentage of the box office take, right?
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And that's a wrap!
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