ANAKIN: Wow. Must have been one hell of a kegger.

VADER: Some people just can't hold their liquor, I guess.

A: So what's the plan?

V: Find the Good Guys, crush them in my Iron Grip of Terror.

A: Ah. The old classic, huh?

V: Why mess with success?

(A squad of stormtroopers brings a Rebel officer to Vader. Vader grabs him by the neck and starts to interrogate him about the transmissions that were beamed to the ship, and the Death Star plans.)

A: You know, call me crazy, but--

V: You're crazy.

A: Funny. As I was saying, maybe this guy would be a little more cooperative if he wasn't hanging a foot in the air. I mean, have you ever heard the phrase, "You can attract more flies with honey than with a Death Grip"?

V: You ever heard the phrase "You can kiss my bony white a--"

A: Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Potty Mouth! No more late night cable comedy specials for you!

V: Besides, why would I *want* to attract flies?

A: Hey, you know, I never thought of that. That is kind of gross, isn't it?

(The Rebel in Vader's grasp gurgles out that his ship's on a diplomatic mission.)

VADER: (to Rebel) If this is a consular ship, where is the ambassador?

(Vader tightens his grip on the Rebel's neck; there's a loud snapping and crackling, and he flings the dead Rebel away.)

A: And you wonder why you flunked chiropractor school. Sheesh.

(Vader turns to an Imperial officer)

VADER: Commander, tear this ship apart until you've found those plans, and bring me the passengers, I want them alive!

(Vader storms away.)

A: What do you want the passengers for? I'm sure the guy on the floor back there would be happy to help you out if you give him a second chance. Y'know--after the vertebrae regenerate.

V: Quiet.

A: And the heart starts beating again.

V: Quiet!

A: And the brain functions resume.

V: Have I ever told you how much I truly, deeply hate you?

A: Yep. And it just gets funnier every time.

V: Aaargh!

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