Changes
Michelle: I figured its been a while since I did a good old Star wars parody. This is from me noticing that after his duel with mace, Palpatine gets tubby and has rotten teeth. My theory on that.
A very high pitched scream rang through the senate complex. Palpatine had just looked in a mirror. His beautiful face! It was all white and… and… Gaah! He collapsed to the ground, sobbing. Everyone knows that sith are obsessed with fashion. They hate Jedi because their robes are so not in. They have red lightsabers because the go with their outfits so well. Palpatine staggered over to his uber epic desk. It was a bit burned! He had to fix that right away! Burned stuff is just gross! What would his master say if he saw Palpatine like this! He quickly started yanking out drawers. Pens, pencils, papers, spare robes, moisturizer, more papers- wait, moisturizer? He quickly smeared half the bottle on his face. Darn it! It was no help at all! He wiped it off and went back to his desperate search. No, no, no, NO! Where was his secret drawer now! Then he found it. A bit of drool ran down his chin. It was a huge drawer, filled with his precious chocolate! You see, being a sith gives you… girl… urges. One of those is chocolate. His comfort food. He dived into the drawer. Once it was all gone, he had ripples of fat. His teeth were rotting and yellow! He squealed again, scaring all the random senators. The mirror was destroyed with a combo of force lightning and a lightsaber. It was diet time. Again. He groaned at the thought.
Michelle: So, how was it?
Obi-wan: Good. Why is your alter ego missing an arm and a leg?
Erika: Zillo beasts do not like little things jumping at them. I learned the hard way.
Obi-Wan: Ouch.
Erika: I know. Bacta tanks are not fun. Not at all.
Michelle: Anyways, press the shiny button below and you get… *drum roll* Virtual cookies! And a lightsaber each! Yaays!