Ah, the porgs. Who would’ve thought these little creatures would become one of the most talked-about parts of The Last Jedi?
Then there’s the scene—Chewie, a campfire, and a couple of perfectly roasted porgs. We all remember it, though probably not in the way Chewie intended.
But here’s what I can’t stop thinking about—did the porgs seriously sit there and watch the entire process, right up until the moment Chewie was about to dig in, before suddenly deciding to guilt-trip him with those big, sad eyes?
In Star Wars: The Last Jedi, we see Chewbacca sitting by a crackling fire, holding a perfectly roasted porg, its golden-brown skin glistening under the flames. As a Wookiee, he’s no stranger to hunting, and unfortunately for two porgs, they end up over the fire, perfectly roasted and ready to eat.
But just as he’s about to take a bite, a group of living porgs watches him, wide-eyed and heartbroken. They don’t say anything (obviously), but their faces say it all: “Really, Chewie? You’re just going to eat one of us?”
And suddenly, Chewbacca hesitates. Because let’s be honest—it’s hard to ignore those big, guilt-tripping eyes staring back at you. The silence is heavy, their unblinking stare relentless.
Here’s where it gets funny. Did the porgs witness the entire process and only react at the very end?
Maybe they didn’t mind the hunting or even the plucking. Maybe they were just waiting to see if Chewie would share. Imagine them standing there, heads tilted, thinking: “Alright, he’s cooking, that’s fine… but when does he pass us a piece?”
And then the realization hits. He’s not sharing. That meal is just for him.
Or maybe, just maybe, porgs are a little slow on the uptake.
Maybe they had no idea what was happening until they saw Chewie holding a crispy porg leg, ready to chow down. The smell of roasted porg finally registered, and suddenly, it all clicked. That’s when the wide eyes and sad faces appeared.
And here’s another thought—what if they weren’t sad at all?
What if they weren’t mourning their fallen friends, but instead hoping for a bite? Maybe roast porg smells amazing even to a porg. Those sad, pleading eyes might not be saying, “Don’t eat them!” but rather, “Hey, Chewie, that smells incredible—can we get a taste?”
After all, if you can’t beat them… join them, right?