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Darth Vader, D.D.S., stared at the angry young man in the front area of the Imperial Dentistry office.
"I am sorry you had to come here only to hear this," Vader wheezed, his life-support suit filtering the words through its systems into a vox-regulated mechanical flatness. "I wish I could accept you as a patient, but..."
"I'll never join you," Luke Skywalker spat confrontationally. "You killed my father!"
"No, Luke," Vader corrected. "I am your father. That is why I cannot take you as a patient, it would be a conflict of interest.
"Also, as a Rebel, you have no insurance, and the credit check I ran indicates you likely could not meet our fees, even with one of our payment plans. With your funds, all you can do for your tooth is find someone with 'skee and pliers. Excuse me, I have paying patients to tend to."