Back to the death star
Darth Supremis stalked into the bridge. “Ten-hut!” a storm trooper shouted, and everybody on the bridge flung themselves to their feet.
“That was too slow, jarhead” he smirked, as the storm trooper levitated into the air and started making gurgling and rasping noises. Then he flew across the bridge and exploded against a bulkhead.
“Great success!” ensign Borat encouraged him from behind the con.
“Now tell me I can’t have my ton-ton steak” Darth Supremis murmured smugly.
“Where are we with obliterating that stupid little planet?” he demanded to the room at large. Ensign Borat hesitantly replied “We are having little problem with the giga-joule capacitors? Workers say they want guarantee you won’t kill them.”
“I guarantee that I WILL KILL THEM , THEIR FAMILIES , THEIR PETS , EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER ...”
“Please Darth Supremie, look here” ensign Borat exclaimed, perilously interrupting the tirade. “We are having leetle sheep approach us.”
“Ahhhh” Darth said “the confrontation begins…”