Most people I know, including myself: Oh golly, my dick, my dick hurts with glee for Episode VIII.

Most people I know, including myself: Oh golly, my dick, my dick shrivels with fear for Episode IX, because Colin Trevorrow is writing it.

Well, not anymore. UNFURL, dick. Trevorrow‘s script is being “polished up” by a new screen writer. And hopefully, by polished up, they mean there’s a trashcan where it rots, reeking of inadequacy and turds.

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