"Are you okay? "
"Yes, of course I am. I just thought out a perfect plan!"
„What plan? "
"My new plan… to seize the galaxy's reign."
"I'm listening."
"Okay, listen… I am going to create a massive installation. This installation is going to be put into the tea-kettle. Then, I will switch it on with a remote control, and the whole galaxy is going to be sucked into that kettle."
"And then what?"
"I will take the kettle and become the Lord of the Tea-kettle. I will send my orders to it and reign the galaxy as its god."
"And how do you plan to survive that sucking process?"
"I am going to lock myself into the protective cell, attached to the kettle, so I won't be sucked with the rest of the galaxy."
"Uh…Thrawn… are you feeling well?"
"Great! Now, when I'm going to be the Tea-kettle Lord and the galaxy's god…"
"You caught the disease, too, did you?"
"What disease?"
"The Pinky Ponies Virus. High temperature, delirium and pink rash in the shape of a pony… oh, I see you caught it, too."
"How?"
"You have a big pony on your neck."
"Are you okay?"
"What? I meant the rash! You have it on your neck."
"Yes, sure. And don't you see the green elephant in the corner?"
"What?"
"Oh, I was just testing you. If you are not ill, too, you know?"
"Okay. Now go to the bed. I will make you some tea."
"Yes. And, Veeren?"
"Yes, Thrawn?"
"Don't use the white kettle with the gold stripe, yes? I will need it for my new plan…"