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I answered the phone. "Hey, babe." It was George Lucas. I once saved his life in rural West Virginia, and he's never forgotten. And he thinks I like being called 'babe'. I don't have the heart to tell him otherwise. "Look, babe..." (Sheesh!) "We're working up a line of agitprop underwear. Don't ask! Cook me up something, will ya? It needs to not make any sense. Ciao, babe."