In fairness to AI, if someone told me to ignore everything and write a limerick about fruit there's about a 75% chance I'd give it a go

In 'Splinter of the Mind's Eye,' Leia pokes at an Imperial officer by asking him, essentially, about his retirement pension plan getting raided by the Empire (which she probably voted on!)

I think about that moment maybe once a day

When you have nothing but nails, all you need is a hammer

I've mentally handwaved 'millions of worlds' as exaggeration for effect with anything defined as a 'world'- planet, moon, asteroid with habs, a cheeky spacedock- and that there were only a couple thousand worlds at most that *mattered,* and the Empire was, to most, a layer of bureaucracy on the top

Wildlife conservation efforts "going well," says gleefully cackling Antarctic scientist

the hay in the needlestack

Catholic, but Luke is Thomas Cranmer