 I'm looking for someone. And here I am. I don't think so. Okay, okay. Cards on the table. I'm actually here looking for you. This is the dream. I just wanted to let you know you're my favorite Jedi. And it's a big deal what I think. Not only are you a compassionate, powerful, fearless Jedi master, you also have a smoke show for a sister. And like a fine Bespin sparkle, you only get better with age. Okay, and you're leaving. I get it. You have to train to fight your father. Spoiler. Speaking of which, I need to talk to him, too. So, take care. Oh, good. I'm just in time. Don't bother with the door. We're all gonna die here. Especially you, Chad. You can cut the tension in this room with a fiber cord-linked lightsaber. I should take these last few precious moments to inform you all that Sir Darth Vader is the best Sith. He's a damn icon. The helmet, the James Earl voice, the scuba suit sound effects. Everything about him reeks of awesome. His zero shits given, followed up with a superior redemption arc, make him the ultimate badass. Okay, here we go. Get psyched. This is happening. Travis, look out. He was a dick anyways. I'm choking on my ass.