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My wife to be had never seen Star Wars before we met.

Can you imagine how utterly wonderful it is to watch The Empire Strikes Back with someone who SPOILER ALERT doesn't know Darth Vader is Luke's father?
I certainly give you that, but the flip side is having to sit awkwardly through a too long pod racing scene in Episode 1 followed by some of the worst and emotionally lacking dialogue in 2 and 3.
 
Randal: So they build another Death Star, right?
Dante: Yeah.
Randal: Now the first one they built was completed and fully operational before the Rebels destroyed it.
Dante: Luke blew it up. Give credit where it's due.
Randal:And the second one was still being built when they blew it up.
Dante: Compliments of Lando Calrissian.
Randal: Something just never sat right with me the second time they destroyed it. I could never put my finger on it, something just wasn't right.
Dante: And you figured it out?
Randal: Well, the thing is, the first Death Star was manned by the Imperial army storm troopers, dignitaries, the only people onboard were Imperials.
Dante: Basically.
Randal: So when they blew it up, no prob. Evil is punished.
Dante: And the second time around...?
Randal: The second time around, it wasn't even finished yet. They were still under construction.
Dante: So?
Randal: A construction job of that magnitude would require a helluva lot more manpower than the Imperial army had to offer. I'll bet there were independent contractors on that thing: plumbers, aluminum siders, roofers.
Dante: Not just Imperials, is what you're getting at.
Randal: Exactly. In order to get it built quickly and quietly they'd hire anybody who could do the job. Do you think the average storm trooper knows how to install a toilet main? All they know is killing and white uniforms.
Dante: All right, so even if independent contractors are working on the Death Star, why are you uneasy with its destruction?
Randal: All those innocent contractors hired to do a job were killed, casualties of a war they had nothing to do with. All right, look, you're a roofer and some juicy government contract comes your way; you got the wife and kids and the two-story in suburbia, this is a government contract, which means all sorts of benefits. All of a sudden these left-wing militants blast you with lasers and wipe out everyone within a three-mile radius. You didn't ask for that. You have no personal politics. You're just trying to scrape out a living.
 
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Please provide some examples.
Piling a bunch of people in the bed of a truck and going down the highway, or going off-roading.
Riding a bicycle without a helmet.
Feeling the wind in your hair as you sat on the tailgate door of the family station wagon, looking over the roof while going down the road.
 
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