The lynch mob moved quickly through the Death Star. Like most angry mobs, they chanted along the way: “No more death and war! No more death and war!” (‘Unless, we’re adequately rewarded’ was the unspoken emphasis).

Jesus turned to Yoda, carefully forming his question. “Can he be redeemed, the Emperor?“

“His destiny is cloudy, methinks,” Yoda responded. “And, for the sake of Pete, annunciate!”

“Your dialect is somewhat tricky,” Jesus admitted. His words trailed off, “I thought I did it justice.”

Yoda sighed.

Jesus turned his gaze to the floor, sadly.

“I hope Buffy is okay,” Scott said, blushing.

“Me too,” Roland responded, but for a different reason.

“Everything has worked out so far,” Hiller responded. “But do you have any idea what’s gonna happen when the fit hits the shan?”

“If Buffy has done her job,” Roland explained, “We will not be met with aggression.”

The lynch mob gained intensity: “Leia hates your guts! Leia hates your guts!”

They reached the restaurant. Ready for battle.