[Chancellor Palpatine]

"Yeah, right, like I'm going to come back", he thought as he sped into the dark.

"Typical of a peacenik chick to think my body isn't producing testosterone 24/7. Hey, maybe I'll find some hotter, younger chick to bang the night before I save the universe using some good old fashioned American technology developed in secret by the military and the CIA".

[maxwell]

Funny he should say that because just at that moment, "Big Joe's Tits Tats Transmissions and Thai Takeout" ("Free lapdance with purchase of spark plugs and large cheese fries") loomed before him like a big greasy hitman... He parked the Harley Davidson FXSTD Softail Deuce with silver trim leather seat and badass tank paint job and kicked the doors open with his steeltoed sh!tkickers. "FUEL!" he bellowed, and fired his multichannel deneuralizer at a light fixture. Various pigtailed minions scattered. A bighaired bombacious blonde beauty clad in somethin-or-nother yo momma never wore sidled to his side with a fifth o' cuervo and a shot glass between her---