V: Actually, that was Yoda. I believe he was rather drunk at the time. A: Oh, yeah. Man, he rocked. (Luke cries out again.) A: C'mon, now. No more messing around; go help the kid. He's the fruit of your loins, after all. V: I...can't. A: But he's your loin-fruit! (Luke continues to thrash around on the floor.) LUKE: Father, please! A: Do it! LUKE: Help me!
	(Vader looks from Luke to Palpatine and back again.) V: Grrr...why do I let you talk me into these things? (Vader stalks forward and grabs Palpatine with his remaining hand, hefting the Emperor over his head. The lightning crackles around him.) A: MY MAN!!! V: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow- A: Suck it up, man. This one's for the gold! V: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow- (Vader carries Palpatine over to the railing and hurls him down into the chasm.)
		A: He shoots, he scores! (Palpatine vanishes in a burst of energy, and Vader slumps to the floor.) V: *gasps* Oh, man. Anybody got a couple...*wheezes*...thousand...*gasps*...aspirin? A: Great job, little camper! Doing the right thing just makes you feel all warm and tingly inside, doesn't it?. V: *gasps* ...Are you trying to be funny?... *wheezes* A: Who, me? ----------------- home   previous