Holy shit, Rebels.


Holy shit, Rebels.

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  1. Khairul HishamMarch 31, 2016 at 9:09 PM

    I know right?

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  2. J. Max KielbasaMarch 31, 2016 at 9:50 PM

    Got that lucha big match mask rip going on.

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  3. Sandy J-TApril 1, 2016 at 12:30 AM

    I cried because SPOILER when SPOILER walked out of the temple alone

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  4. Khairul HishamApril 1, 2016 at 12:41 AM

    They should start to refer to Matt Lanter as the real heart behind Anakin Skywalker and Hayden is just the "guest performer". Not to diminish Hayden's performance in the movies whatever anyone's opinion of him is, but the sheer number of work as Anakin Matt's done must be at least an order of magnitude more compared to Hayden!

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  5. Casey G.April 1, 2016 at 8:46 AM

    And getting James Earl Jones to do Vader's voice in Rebels increases the character's spoken lines by...30%?

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