As the answer to question 3. That's a Pa'lowick, and if you want to carry on a conversation with Andrew I suggest you read more about them here, a site that notes that "Storytelling and song were integral parts of [Pa'lowick] culture," which kind of seems superfluous: has there been any culture of which storytelling and song weren't an integral part? I mean, it's like saying "eating and drinking are important parts of the culture of humanity." While the amount of work people put into creating the Star Wars universe seems impressive, delving into the details of it seems more and more like it's just the creation of spambots that are overpopulating the comments on my blogs since Michael Offutt complained loudly enough about the captchas to get me to remove them (only to have him not bother commenting after that.) Those robots that they got to write sports stories are probably responsible for churning out 98% of the Star Wars universe, too.
Andrew now has a commanding lead with 56 points -- but there's opportunities to catch up even if you know nothing about Star Wars, such as by mentioning the Blogathon on your blog (5 points per posted mention!). And you could get today's question right. It's worth 36 points:
Who was Gold Leader In the Battle Of Endor?
Again: No hints this time.
But if it helps, based on Andrew Leon's reference in his answer to a dirty hutt fetish, I did some digging for Star Wars fanfics. Fan fiction being an integral part of the Star Wars culture, of course, and I found the Star Wars Fan Fiction Archive, home of over 24,527 stories about Star Wars, one of which involves what appears to be a semi-erotic story of Obi Wan, Qui Gon, and the Curious Pa'lowick: Jewel Bugs, by ardavenport, begins thusly:
Obi-Wan Kenobi was warm under the hood of his robe. Not quite too warm to take it off. Not quite. Next to him, Qui-Gon Jinn sat up straight in his seat as well, his arms folded before him. Their thighs were pressed close together on the cushy seat, expansively wide for a single diminutive native of this world, but only just wide enough for two adult Humans from a Core World of the Galactic Republic. Their car thrummed rhythmically with their forward motion on the elevated rail it traveled on, the low rumble of the transport, slightly audible through the soundproofing, felt through the body just as much as the ear. And the Force. Obi-Wan felt his Master's presence most strongly, like the shared body heat where their robes, legs and arms touched. There were no stray thoughts between them, just the Force. It flowed through them, like the breath of life, renewing their travel weary bodies. . . .It's getting hot in here! Remember: First correct answer gets those 36 points; but every comment is an entry in the Weekly Prize Drawing!
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