The whole debacle had started early that morning when his apprentice had woken him by running into his room screaming about blood.
Now Darth Bane, Dark Lord of the Sith, was standing in the middle of an aisle towards the back of a nearby convience store, staring at what had to be at least a hundred different kinds of feminine hygene products and trying to decide which one was the best to bring back to his hysterical Apprentice.
The only thought running through his mind though, was "I should've picked a boy."