ANAKIN: Oh, come on. It was funny, admit it.

VADER: It most certainly was not.

A: Don't be such a grumpypants...

V: "Eat the yellow snow," you said. "It's good," you said. Right.

A: Hey, at least I didn't tell you to eat the brown snow...

V: All my troops are probably laughing at me, now.

A: *chuckle* Yeah, they probably are. But look at it this way: you're leading through laughter.

V: I should be leading through terror.

A: You know what would get your mind off of this?

V: Finding the Rebels and grinding their bones into dust?

A: Mmmmmm, close. I was thinking more along the lines of building a snowman.

V: A snowman?

A: Yeah! Or maybe an ice sculpture. There's plenty to work with around here.

V: I think not.

A: Okay, then what about some skiing? You saw those mountains back there. Those have gotta have some killer runs. We could round up Veers and some of the guys, head up there and do a little "shooshing" down the slopes.

V: I'm a Sith Lord. Sith Lords do *not* "shoosh".

A: Partypooper.

(Vader and the troops approach the Rebel hangar.)

A: Wait, I've got it! We could round up all the Rebel prisoners and have a good old-fashioned snowball fight! Rebels against Imperials.

V: And give the Rebels a fair chance to assault me? Forget it.

A: Well, it wouldn't have to be *fair*. See, the trick is to hide rocks inside your snowballs. The Rebels wouldn't stand a chance...

V: Hmmm. You know, sometimes, I like the way you think. But right now, I've got more pressing matters...

(Up ahead, the sounds of laser fire are coming from the hangar. Vader strides in through the entrance, just in time to see the Millenium Falcon lift off and roar away, swooping up into the blue sky. He stares after it for several moments.)

A: So...

(pause)

A: Snowman?

V: BIG honkin' snowman.

A: Right on...

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