One Man's DRMO, Is Another Man's...Treasure?:
Dave and Feet were busy modifying a discarded golf cart that'd been slated for disposal. They were fixing it up so it could function as a utility vehicle on set for Star Wars, even adding extra rigging on the sides to hold props (ie mirrors) in place to
help it blend in if it accidentally got caught in the background. It was...more than a little slapdash, but it functioning pretty well for the most part.
As they were working, they talked about everything and nothing, from the current policies Reagen had put in place to a stupid conspiracy somebody had apparently tricked Feet into believing.
"I'm telling you, the guy who wrote
Alice in Wonderland is Jack the Ripper!" Feet stubbornly insisted, offended at the very idea that really nice guy at the bar (who totally wasn't a poolshark) had lied to him.
"My man, if that guy was Jack the Ripper, he wouldn'tve stopped killing folk in the UK. That and I'm pretty sure–" said Dave from under the golf cart.
"What's going on?" Bruce interrupted, walking into the garage where Dave and Feet had set themselves up, surveying the room as they did so. Dave and Feet were elbow-deep in grease and wires, inspecting the golf cart with a critical eye.
"Good," Dave said, his voice muffled. "We're just getting this golf cart fixed up for the set."
Feet chimed in. "It's going to be perfect for carrying equipment and supplies around. And it was practically free!"
Bruce looked at the cart skeptically, unsure if it would hold up, but he trusted that Dave and Feet knew what they were doing. "Well, let's hope it works," he said with a little uncertainty. "But we've got some time before we shoot those scenes boys."
"Once upon a time, on the harsh desert world of Tatooine, there lived a humble farmer named Korm, a gruff but well-meaning man, and a neighbor (if it could be called that with the distances between their homes) to the Lars Family. Korm had heard rumors of the Imperials' recent activity on the planet, but he had never been personally affected by their tyranny. One fateful day, as he was returning from a supply run, he came across an unmistakable scene: the Lars homestead, where Beru and Owen lived with their nephew, had been attacked by the Imperials.
Korm was horrified by what he saw. The homestead had been ransacked, possessions were strewn everywhere, and there was no sign of Beru or Owen. He urgently searched the area, praying that they were still alive.
After what felt like hours of fighting the flames, Korm spotted their nephew Luke's return– How many more pages of this?" asked an exasperated George Lucas.
"Relevant to the script, none, but I have three pages of backstory." deadpanned Dave.
"All of this for a prop that might not even be in the movie– Bruce stop laughing!"
Basically the guys were modifying a beat up golf cart that was going to get thrown out into a UTV, having pulled out the back seat and given it a dumptruck-style truck bed. (I know the video says electric, but I was going more for look than function.
