Alright, so I have a script ready for Army of the Death Star- Part 1, and would like some talented voice actors. So, here's the characters, their personalities, and a note. Dylan is kind of a  smart alec sarcastic guy, but with a drawl in his voice. Michael is a peppy, hard working Stormtrooper. Well, they both are. Stormtroopers, anyway. NOTE: Anything with *Around it* like that is an action.
Script:

Army of the Death Star- Part 1: Michael and Dylan

Michael: Hey, you know how Vader’s been really mean lately?
Dylan: He always has been, idiot.
Michael: Ok, no crap Sherlock. But I mean REALLY mean.
Dylan: You mean?
Michael: Yes.
Dylan: Then get out of here.
Michael: What?
Dylan: You’re mean. You just said it.
Michael: You know what. Forget it.
Announcer: Um, hi guys, we here at the Death Star would like to um… well we’re gonne be firin’ our laser!
Dylan: You know, I would be amazed if the remains of the planet we obliterate don’t hit us. It’s not like they’re gonna be tiny little space pebbles.
Michael: Yep. You know what I hated as a kid?
Dylan: We weren’t kids. Sorta.
Michael: Ok. Anyway. I hated the one thing we did all the time.
Dylan: What was that?
Michael: School.
Dylan: Mhm. Yep.
Michael: Yeah. Worst few ears of my life.
Dylan: Worst life of my life.
Michael: Yeah…
Dylan: So. Wanna get some coffee?
Michael: Sure but… where would we go?
Dylan: You know the Jawas Coffee Shop chain?
Michael: Yeah.
Dylan: They built one on the Death Star.
Michael: Really? Cool, let’s go.
Dylan: No, no.
Michael: What? Why?
Dylan: I got us coffee packs yesterday.
Michael: When were those invented?
Dylan: The 20th century by Dunkin’ Donuts.
Michael: So… they ripped us off?
Dylan: Well, we’re eons ahead in technology but behind in time. So… um…  I have no idea, actually.
Michael: Hm. Anyway, let’s have some coffee!
Dylan: Oh, right. Um… *Pours into mug* It’s just powder.
Michael: What?!
Dylan: Yeah look!
Michael: Oh. Well, let’s go to Jawas Coffee Shop then.
Dylan: They closed fifteen minutes ago. Permanently.
Michael: How do you know these things.
Dylan: Touch notifications on my DarthPod Touch.
Michael: Oh. Well that sucks.
Dylan:  Yep. Hey look there’s Vader!
Michael: Oh crap, hide *Jumps away*
Dylan: Hi Lord Vader!
Vader: Who stole my DarthPod Touch? Only Sith Lords can have those! Wait. What’s that?
Dylan: Not a DarthPod Touch.
Vader: *Pulls out Lightsaber* *Kills Dylan* Thank you. *Picks up Touch*
Michael: *Peeks out from behind garbage can*
Vader: Get back to work!
Michael: Yes sir!
Vader: *Walks away*
Michael: Poor Dylan. Oh well. *Sweeps up body*

I need someone for Michael, maybe Vader. You in:/