ANAKIN: Now *those* are some snazzy outfits. You ever thought of changing your look?

VADER: No.

A: But you'd look good in red...

V: I'd look good in anything.

A: True....Except for that one time, with the paisley cape.

V: Ugh. Don't remind me...

(The Emperor appears, making his way down the ramp.)

A: Ladies and gentlemen, all the way from Coruscant--put your hands together, make him feel at home--the king of cackle--

V: Stop it--

A: --the master of mayhem--

V: STOP it--

A: --EMMMMperor PALLLLLpatine!

(As the Emperor approaches, Vader drops to one knee, bows his head.)

A: You are *such* a suck-up.

V: Be quiet.

EMPEROR: Rise, my friend.

(Vader rises, then he and the Emperor walk off, discussing how Luke will soon come to Vader--and Vader will bring him before the Emperor. Palpatine gloats that everything is proceeding as he has forseen, and he begins to cackle.)

A: Ew. That doesn't sound healthy. Give him a lozenge, or something.

V: I haven't got one.

A: That's you in a few years, you know.

V: What? Supremely powerful, commanding the fear and respect of billions?

A: No--hunched and hobbling and desperately in need of a facial. Will somebody *please* get this man some moisturizer!

V: That's enough of that...

A: Look at him! I've seen Hutts with better skin tone!

V: You should treat him with more respect. His *is* our Master.

A: Hey, he's *your* Master, buddy. Not mine. I don't see anything to respect, there.

V: If nothing else, he helped forge order from the chaos and corruption of the Old Republic...

(pause)

A: Okay, maybe....But why does he always smell like cheese?

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