Hey! You guys remember that little circular room that Vadar has to himself with a swivel chair inside? Well, this is my interpretation of what goes on inside it. :)

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"Vadar! Vadar, dammit!" You vowed ten years ago to do anything that I asked! Now get your ass out of there; I need to talk to you!"

Darth Vadar sighed loudly and pressed the button on his suit that muted the T.V. screen. Then he pressed another button and the little egg shaped room he was in opened from the top and turned his chair to face his master.

"Yes, what is it, Lord Sidious?"

"I have a goddam mission for you."

"Sidious, what time is it?"

"What?"

"What time is it?"

"I don't know." He checked his watch. "Four thirty."

"And what is four thirty?"

Sidious sighed, realizing where this was headed.

"For the last time, Vadar, four to five is NOT your SpongeBob Time. You are a minion of evil and you vowed your allegiance to my teachings years ago after a really intense battle sequence. You vowed to do anything I asked!"

"But not between four and five." Vadar pointed out.

"Goddam it, Vadar, if you make this any less minion-of-evil-like than it already is, I'm going to cancel satellite altogether! You realize that that suit of yours is a privilege and not a right, don't you?"

Vadar covered his chest with his hands. "I won't let you take away my suit. It's way cooler than back when you first gave it to me. I made some improvements. Watch this."

Vadar clicked a sequence of buttons on his suit and from within his little eggshell pad and hand came out, opened the little fridge, and began, quite efficiently, to make a chocolate sundae.

"Huh. That is kind of sweet." Sidious admitted.

"You think that's cool? Look what Luke sent me for Christmas." Vadar pressed a few more buttons and the mechanical hand retrieved a mug that had been in a cabinet in the corner. Vadar grasped it and showed it to Sidious. There was an inscription on it:

#1 Dad

Sidious sighed.

"Wait, wait! Look, there's a postscript!" Vadar said, turning the mug over:

P.S. I will defeat you.

Sidious sighed again. "Are you still messing with that kid's head?"

Vadar sniggered. "Yeah, he's totally convinced that I'm his father! I mean, he totally bought it!"

Sidious stared at Vadar. "Sometimes I question your ability to truly bring balance to the force." He admitted.

"Sometimes I question your ability to make badass Darth suits for people who just got set on fire." Darth Vadar commented. "My mechanical leg was malfunctioning last week."

"Why don't you take it off and leave it in the office of the droids? I'll have them take a look at it for you."

"I think I can handle it." Said Vadar petulantly. "I built my own droid when I was nine."

At this point, cheerful music and bubbly noises interrupted their conversation.

"Oh! SpongeBob's back! Can I go now, my Lord?"

"What? Oh yeah, sure. I forgot why I came here anyway."

Darth Vadar got into his swivel chair and slowly turned to face the television screen as the eggshell roof of his little unit closed rapidly over his head.

Lord Sidious watched from outside with mild interest for a few moments longer.

"My, that was as fast and pointless as the apprenticeship of Darth Maul." He muttered before striding off to order someone else around.