"Mister Sidious, sir?"
Darth Sidious, Dark Lord of the Sith sighed in annoyance as his latest apprentice, an adolescent youth named Anakin Skywalker, sighed in annoyance. He just knew that this was going to be another pointless question from the boy. Anakin couldn't be sure but he could have sworn that he heard his master mumbling something along the lines of, "Should have gone through with that whole other convoluted scheme."
Sidious shrugged of his annoyance and placed an incredibly forced smile onto his, knowing that if he showed his anger to the child it would inevitably cause another rant from the kid about hating him almost as much as sand.
"Yes, my apprentice?"
"Mister Sidious, I was wondering, why do all Sith have red lightsabers?"
'And just like that I have another migraine...'
"Why must you ask such things, apprentice?" Sidious said, doing an incredible job of keeping his voice level, though he could not keep the twitch from his eye.
"I was jus' thinking, the jedi all have multi coloured 'sabers. Y'know, blue, green, yellow, white, an' even purple! We all only have one colour to use! It makes the Sith seem... boring. An' for that matter, why do we all have to wear black!"
Sidious drew a deep breath, exhaling slowly and counting to ten missisipi in his head.
Making himself look as imposing as he could he gazed down at the child through his yellowy eyes, gritting his teeth as hard as he could then booming down to the kid.
"Red is a truly fearsome colour! It is both evil and intimidating! When Jedi see that colour then cower in their fancy, different coloured robes! We are the true master's of the Forc-"
"Lemme stop you there gramps, no one will be scarred of red if it's the only colour they're attacked with. And because we all wear black with red lightsabers I can't tell anyone appart!"
"You can tell people apart!" The master was sure the kid was doing it on purpose, just to spite him.
"Yeah, how exactly?"
"Well- ugh, y'know... Ya just can!" Sidious had gotten to the pont when he'd just given up on trying to speak properly. 'I'll win this argument, teach the kid of the dark side and everything 'll be okay.' Immediately after saying this he just knew he'd jinxed it.
"Lame. The Sith are booring! I might join the Jedi, they sound pretty wizard."
And that was how Anaking Skywalker became a Jedi Knight, and Sidious became mortally wounded because he wasn't 'wizard' enough.