Ropo Lord of Hoth | Supreme Comandante General
"Biscuits, biscuits biscuits biscuits, biscuits biscuits... BISCUITS!"
The little ropo proudly proclaimed...
Its hat took a moment to process the information before a rough translation emitted from its hidden speaker.
"Lets get the Omega band back together!"
The Ropo then nodded before promptly wandering off in search of something or other... probably biscuits... looking cute and everything in his little tutu.