ANAKIN: Man, is it just me, or does Tarkin just get creepier every time you see him?

VADER: He looks fine to me.

A: But he's so...skeletal. And his eyes--they're sunken. I mean, they're actually *sunken*! He's like the undead!

V: Hmm. Perhaps you're right. Maybe I can discreetly suggest that he spend some time under the sun lamp; brighten up that complexion a little.

A: You? Discreet?

V: Hey, discretion's my middle name.

A: No, your middle name is Mortimer.

V: Don't you *ever* bring that up again.

A: What? Anakin Mortimer Skywalker. What's wrong with that?

(Vader leads Leia up to Tarkin, and stands behind her. Leia gives Tarkin a haughty look.)

LEIA: Governor Tarkin. I should have known I'd find you holding Vader's leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board.

V: *gasp* She knows about the leash?

A: Man, I told you those holonet pictures would come back to haunt you.

V: Hey, I needed the money! Sith Academy wasn't cheap, you know!

A: Riiiight. And it was a purely artistic endeavor.

V: Yeah!

(pause)

V: Seriously!

A: Uh-huh.

(pause)

V: Do you think she knows about the--

A: Man, you'd better hope not...

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