This is one of those occasions where a good portion of the supposed drawing time went into watching the movie - it's more like 30 minutes, to be perfectly honest.
Porkins (I don't know his last name...was it 'McPorkins'? Porkins McPorkins?) is my favorite of the throw-away pilots in SW:ANH because I can make an arguement that he's better than that Antilles boy. Think about it - Porkins was in wave one (that's elite, suckah!) of X-wing pilots that was sent in to destroy the Empire's disco ball. Yeah, he couldn't reach the extinguisher to put out the cockpit fire, but hey - the brother's clocking in at 6'2"/340 lbs - cut him some slack. Only *after* his death does Wedge even get a shot at greatness. And what happens? Wedge pulls out. He. Pulls. Out. Explode like the rest of 'em, you wuss!
I messed up the X-wing something fierce. Rock on, Porkins!