Okay, this was a drabble that I wrote years ago, and never posted until now. I don't own any of the characters featured within. I am not making any money from this fic. If you don't like it, then that's your problem.
Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine glared across the room at their opponent, who had, so far, ignored all their attempts at killing or controlling him. Instead he stood with his back facing them, busying himself with some unknown project.
"Damn you, why won't you die!" Vader roared, in an uncharacteristic show of anger.
"Now, now... Is that any way to speak? Anyway, I have something for the both of you in my bag here..." Suddenly something was thrust into not only Vader's, but Palpatine's arms as well. The results were instantaneous. Vader dropped to his knees, crying at how he'd been such a naughty boy, while Palpatine merely screamed and disintegrated.
A close-up revealed Vader clutching a picture of him and Luke at the fishing hole together, then moved over to reveal a Barney plush doll laying in Palpatine's remains.
Their opponent, one jolly fat man in a red suit, merely smiled as he disappeared up the exhaust port.
Well, this was just something I thought up for Christmas. And if you were unable to tell who the guy in the red suit was, well, shame on you.
