Chapter 10: The End of Time[1]

"They're completely gone," said Palpatine.

"As if they're not in this world anymore," added Vader.

Greg, while not a Force-wielder, knew it too. He ran out of the room before the Sith could turn their attention to him, but his freedom was short-lived. He bumped into a group of Stormtroopers and they subdued him quickly with stun guns. He was too tired and confused to resist. He was thrown into a cell with Ahsoka. She had felt it too and knew Nan was gone. She did not mention it. Instead she told Greg about what happened with the scientists.

"I don't know if you were close to her, but Kate's dead. I'm sorry," she said.

Greg felt nothing for the scientist, or maybe he was too numb to care.

"The Stormtroopers attacked us," continued Ahsoka. "They were ordered to restrain anybody and kill if they met too much resistance. Kate just ran at them with a blaster, screaming, 'Die, motherfuckers, die!' They mowed her down but she did take some with her. I covered Kevin and Mila. They got to their ship but I was unsettled by the blast from the incantation, when I felt that Nan and Hartwald were gone, and I was captured. Good thing I didn't bring my lightsabers, I suppose, or I'd already be questioned by Palpatine."

She sat down with her back against Greg's stomach. Some Stormtroopers ran by and looked at them quickly, but they were still securing the area. Greg didn't care anymore and even Ahsoka felt a sense of loss that she could not explain.

"He didn't succeed, did he?" She asked.

"I think Nan's interference botched the ceremony, but something doesn't feel right," said Greg.

The Count appeared but they barely glanced at him. He had no idea where Nan had gone either, and the spirits of the Sith were similarly confused.

"In any case," Dooku said, "you two need to escape before Vader and Palpatine finish chit-chatting. They will recognize you, Ahsoka, and it will be the worse for you. Why haven't you tried to escape already? I must have tried to capture you a dozen times during the war and you were usually gone before I knew it."

Ahsoka idly made a braid out of a small part of Greg's mane, then got up as if it was the biggest effort of her life. She walked around the cell and figured she could use the Force on a Stormtrooper to open the door. Dooku offered a faster way out.

"I can just take you through the wall to the scientists' spaceship. They're waiting outside. Trust me, this place is so evil I have enough power to get you through the short interval of empty space between the building and the ship."

Ahsoka's common sense returned and she said, "Trust you? I'd rather trust Hondo Ohnaka not to cheat at a game of cards, I'd rather trust a rusty hand-cart to get me into space, I'd rather…"

Greg knocked her out before she could continue. He picked her up and handed her to Dooku without a word. The Count took her and left through the wall. A short time later he came back.

"What's the password?" Asked Greg. Even though they hadn't arranged one, he suspected the scientists would come up with one anyway.

"Anisotropy," said Dooku. "That's what the Twi'lek said. The Kaminoan didn't agree and said it was levorotatory."

"Sounds about right."

"Come on, it's your turn. I'll pretend to drop you in space."

"Leave me. I can't go back to that life."

"Come now, Vader will assume correctly that you're a rebel and torture you. Is that what you want?"

"I just don't care anymore."

Greg turned away and lay down. Dooku walked around him, agitated.

"You're being a coward," he said. "Don't you want to keep helping Ahsoka and your rebel friends? Isn't that what Nan would have wanted?"

"No, I'm only as strong as the person I am with Nan around. Go away. Let me die for real this time."

Dooku started to pull Greg toward the wall, but he suddenly felt the attention of a thousand dead souls upon him. The spirits of the Sith had accompanied him this whole time, more quietly than on Meyershand, but their power was what he used. It had taken them a bit of time, being brainless, to realize that his deal with Nan was terminated by her disappearance and that he had saved Ahsoka of his own free will. They hissed in fury and contempt. A good deed? What? Never! No dead Sith could perform good deeds on their watch. They swarmed around Count Dooku like a vile vapor but did not actually harm him. They just left and took their power with them, leaving Dooku a regular, ethereal ghost.

Vader showed up, ready to interrogate the prisoners. He killed several Stormtroopers when he learned that the second prisoner had mysteriously vanished. He questioned Greg but the dragon was silent.

"So you won't talk? I have ways of making people talk," he said.

"Careful. I can say things you don't want to hear," said Greg.

"Such as?"

"Go fuck your mother."

Of all the people out there, Vader was not the best recipient of such a statement, considering his mommy issues. He turned on his lightsaber and swung it to strike down Greg. Dooku got in the way. He didn't have much of a physical form, but he manifested as some sort of oily brown fog that prevented the blow. Dooku was thrown to the side and Vader stood back to clear his visor. Before he could continue with his attack, Abigail appeared and started asking questions about what happened.

"Who are you?" Asked Vader.

"I'm Gary's mother," she said.

For the same reason, this introduction put Vader in a favorable attitude toward Abigail. He could not help but think of her horrible, ungrateful son who had almost killed her on purpose, and then perhaps of that other son, who let his mother die by accident. He closed the door to Greg's cell again and answered her questions.

The form of Count Dooku had clearly sustained some injury from Vader's blade, ghost though he was. His outline quivered and looked ready to dissolve. Maybe the spirits of the Sith had seen the future and let this be their revenge.

"Damn it, he got me again!" Said Dooku.

Greg got up and examined the Count. He did not really care, but he stored this comment away for future consideration.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I guess I should have moved when you told me to."

"You're sorry? You? I murdered you and created your clone, that despicable, sorry shadow. I would have killed you again if I could have, during most of these years. I think…I think I know how you can remember things your clone underwent. That message you sent connected you through time and space. That message should have been meant for me."

"Hmm…would it have helped you any more than it helped my clone? All time travel is pointless. You can never change the past. Remember what Nan told you on Meyershand."

Bits blew off from Dooku's outline, starting with his feet. He slapped at the floor, trying not to let go. His hands, fingers fading, went through Greg's claws.

"It's too late to shake hands," said Greg. "Words will have to do, though they're never sufficient. Let go, William, you're not evil enough for this place."

Count Dooku dissolved. Greg cast a look in Abigail's direction and met her eye over Vader's shoulder. He did not have the strength to deal with this, though his presence in her life demanded a dozen explanations. Greg collapsed into a deep sleep, almost as though he were frozen again.

"Again, I'm terribly sorry for your loss, madam," said Vader. "The Empire will see to it that your husband's estate is managed properly and that you are well taken care of."

"I'm certain everything will be organized splendidly," said Abigail. "I was just wondering if I could ask for a favor, something to alleviate my suffering."

"Anything at all, lady," said Vader, expecting a request for some monument to her husband.

"I want that dragon," said Abigail.

During the minutes that ensued, Vader tried to reason with her, discovered that Greg was unconscious, and called in some doctors who could not revive Greg with anything. They detected only the faintest trace of mental activity. He was nearly a vegetable. After some time, Vader got tired of the business and allowed Abigail to have Greg, assuming she wanted to stuff the body.

"Actually, I'd like to freeze him in carbon," she said. "I think he would look excellent on a wall, covered in lovely mosaic tiles, perhaps with a moon in the background and a nude. It would make a wonderful art project, something to occupy my empty days."

Vader had no idea what a nude had to do with any of this but he let her do as she pleased. Abigail tried to wake Greg once she had him taken to her apartment, but she had no better luck than the doctors. Freezing people in carbon was sometimes used as an alternative to life-support systems so she reluctantly did it. She suspected Greg's friends would try to find him so she put the mosaic up in the central ballroom of the Galleria, which she turned into an art museum. Although she never went as far as helping the rebels, she did what she could from her position within the Empire to help those in need, particularly children. She supported schools and orphanages. After the fall of the Empire, she married a waiter and they opened a restaurant called "The White Dragon."

Abigail did meet Ahsoka one day, several months after the events in the Galleria. Ahsoka had seen an advertisement of the new museum and a picture of the mosaic. She went to the grand opening in disguise. She got close to Abigail after everyone else was done praising her.

"That's not just a bas relief," she whispered. "That's a person frozen in carbon."

"It was the only way I could save him. Tell me, are you his wife? He mentioned that his wife died but I now realize that was all a story. Have you come to rescue him?"

"What? No, I'm not his wife. Weird."

"Then where is she? I know he had somebody."

"She was lost along with your son."

"Ah…now I see."

Still, Ahsoka stayed around until everyone had left and tried to sense some life in the stone. She could not reach Greg, though the monitor showed that he was still alive. There was no point in taking him out of the carbon. Abigail recognized Ahsoka as the one who'd saved her from being Hartwald's sacrifice.

"You saved my life. Thank you," she said.

"Yeah. Hopefully the force of the sacrifice was diminished by three of them being strangers. Still, something doesn't feel right."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not with that. I don't know if anything can help with that. But you can help Greg by finding a job for his son, who doesn't want to be a rebel like me and the others."

Abigail helped Beck get a job at a nonprofit organization she funded that helped refugee children. He often came to help out at the museum and looked at his father's mosaic. The first time he saw it he asked Abigail why she put a duck pond in the background.

"It just felt right," she said.

Nan and Hartwald pulled the Hollow Code back and forth, as if they were playing tug-of-war. Their surroundings were colorful and confusing but Nan quickly figured out that they had fallen into the time stream and were moving forward rapidly in time. By the time they got their wits together, the Empire and everybody they had known had vanished into the past. Strangers flashed by, searching for something and frustrated more often than not. Nan wondered why the time stream showed them these particular images, for it did not seem like chance and a pattern began to emerge. She felt instinctively that thousands of years had passed. Was there any way of going back?

The people outside the time stream began to look desperate. She saw them running from huge war machines more terrifying than anything the Empire had ever constructed. It was no longer a battle for power and influence, it seemed, but land and resources only. Planets were dying. Areas that used to support millions of wonderful species collapsed into ruin. The animals took it in stride, as they always do, but the sentient creatures panicked and attacked their neighbors. They hopped from planet to planet, leaving behind death and waste, but the plague moved forward too and sometimes they arrived at a place that was worse than where they began. There was Corusant—an empty anthill. There was Tatooine…well, it couldn't really get much worse. Naboo lasted for a while but eventually its waterfalls dried up and the remains of Gungan cities were washed ashore by fetid waters.

Nan knew what was going on, though Hartwald kept her busy by continuously pulling on his side of the book. The Force was dying, just like the prophecy predicted. The myriad species and natural phenomena that used the Force were stalling. The Jedi were long gone, of course, as were the Sith. No Force wielder could survive anymore. Only a few beleaguered groups of people were left, trying to survive in a dead land. Mila had been right. They could barely heal their sick anymore. Nan and Greg's thought experiment had also been right. The Force did speed up evolution.

Hartwald did not seem to notice any of it. He just kept yanking on the book, as if it could change something. He was too late. There was nothing for him to rule anymore.

"It's mine, you rat! Give it to me!" He said.

There did not seem to be any harm in letting him have the book anymore, but Nan refused to let go of the one thing that might bring her back and heaved in the opposite direction. Suddenly, as regular books are wont to do, the Hollow Code split down the middle. The force knocked Hartwald out of the time stream. He landed on a desert planet. His fragment of the book vaporized. The Force inside Hartwald, sensing an entire universe where it was lacking, left his body in a process that was excruciating and lasted several years.

Nan tried commanding her piece of the book to take her back in several languages. She traced sentences on its glowing pages and searched for buttons. All the page showed was numbers, and they moved so quickly that even Nan could not catch a pattern. Even the numbers stopped and when Nan looked up, everything was gone. She floated through a pointless blackness, occasionally observing a vacant planet orbit a star or a supernova. The world had officially ended, or so it seemed. Before Nan could get too worried, the time stream slowed its meanderings through space and settled by the side of a small blue planet. Before her eyes, Nan watched her and Greg's thought experiment unfold just like they had calculated. Life evolved without the Force, but it took millions of years. Instead of hopping and skipping immediately, the living creatures on this planet spent an awfully long time crawling and eating dirt. Catastrophes and extinctions allowed new niches to open up and the diversity of the planet unfolded.

Nan and Greg had not finished their simulations. They never got to the point where intelligent beings evolved. Nan felt her heart sink when she saw the history of humankind passing before her. They were the same people who had scrambled around the ruins of the old world, only this lot did not even know what they were searching for. The crowds rushed over London Bridge, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, because there was nothing. Nan saw movie theaters showing films about space and fantastic planets. They could imagine these things but never experience them. Space, the final frontier…it is no frontier when there is nothing out there.

That planet too was claimed by the dark. Maybe others evolved life just as slowly, but Nan did not look up anymore. She could feel only the forces of destruction eroding away the rocks. Was she doomed to fly forward in time until the universe stopped? Would she make a full circuit and go back around? Her forward motion did not cease. The temperature dropped until she began to feel it even in the time stream. Time itself, perhaps, would stop soon too.

The book in Nan's hands felt malleable. It lost book form and threatened to dissipate. Nan pulled it back together. Her hands worked mechanically and absently while she pondered the history of the universe that she had seen. It was meaningless, if it ended like this, wasn't it? All those wars were fought for nothing and all that suffering was for nothing, and it was over so long ago. It had been a relatively short time since Nan fell into the time stream with Hartwald but it had also been a billion trillion years. What did it all mean? What did it all matter? In a moment of despair that Nan felt was to be her last, Nan called out for the one person whose presence made her know herself, and nothing else mattered. Then she actually saw Greg, or at least a crappy model of a white dragon that she had sculpted out of the book clay. The model was completely white and had gaps for eyes. Nan forgot her terrible surroundings and felt warmed by her love for her friend.

Suddenly, she hit something and at the same moment, the gaps in the dragon's eyes glowed gold. Nan fell through a swirl of sparkles and closed her eyes when it became too bright. She landed on grass and rolled down a slope to come to rest in a large, sandy hole. The world, she could tell, was new. The air was fresh and the very fabric of creation rippled with the Force. Had she come full circle after all and was now back at the beginning of the universe? Hopefully they already knew how to freeze people in carbon, because she doubted she could last millennia until her friends were born. She could deliver Greg's message to his clone! That was certainly a better explanation than freaking Kevin having the brains to build a time machine.

When she looked around, though, and sniffed carefully, and studied the feel of the Force, Nan realized this was not the beginning of her universe. This was the beginning of a new universe. Her world was gone so irrevocably it could not even be imagined. Greg was lost to her.

Nan dragged herself to the top of a grassy hill and looked over the field. There were houses in the distance. Some children ran toward her. There were odd objects flying behind them that looked like colorful Frisbees, only they glowed too much. The children had seen her fall from the sky and approached her with enthusiasm. They were of different species but similar temperament.

"Lady, did you fall from the sky?"

"Miss, what's wrong with your tail?"

"Are you our new teacher? Can you fly again?"

And so on and so forth. Nan eyed the glowing objects that followed the children, one for each kid. Something about these things was familiar.

"What the crap is that?" She finally asked, pointing to one.

"She said crap!" Giggled one child.

"You can't be our new teacher if you don't know that," said another.

"Maybe it's a test," said a third. "Maybe she wants us to truly appreciate our light-disks by making us learn about them as if for the first time."

"Who the hell are you kids?" Asked Nan.

"We're DiJeys!" Said one kid proudly.

"We're still in training, though," said another.

Nan stared at them as if they were crazy. Did the kid just call himself a DJ? But actually, Nan did not care. She didn't give a damn about this world. She had failed. She had not saved her universe from the Hollow Code and now she had lost everything. She planned to go mad and decided to start as soon as possible. Looking at these kids with their hovering Frisbees, she figured it wouldn't be too hard. She would go mad and drool on people in an assisted-living facility until she died, screaming in her sleep. It shouldn't take too long.

"Is this yours, miss?" Asked one of the kids and offered Nan a single glowing, white cube, all that remained of the Hollow Code.

Nan took it and asked it to take her back. The cube opened. Nan stared into the tiny space and imagined that she saw her entire universe, the good and the bad, spread across all of time and space. But we can't really believe her on this because she was incredibly close to going mad.

After she vanished, the kids started up a game of tag. In later years, when they had time for a break from their studies, they sometimes went to parties. Most of them really were quite good at putting together music playlists.

Nan fell into a bowl of soup, two years after she had vanished. The soup in the bowl was displaced in all directions but a large amount ended up on Obi-Wan Kenobi's beard. He was not at all surprised to see Nan.

"I hear that your ass did finally learn to use the Force," he said.

"I was in the…and there was a…I saw the future!" Said Nan.

"Please tell me this future involves reimbursement for my soup and tablecloth."

He listened to Nan's story while he cleaned up. Somehow or other he already knew that Nan and Greg had worked with the rebels. He did not tell Nan why he was lurking on Tatooine. He asked her if she knew anything about the near future, but she claimed not to have paid attention to any of it. He gave her some money and asked her not to tell anyone about his hiding place.

Nan found travel off of Tatooine and eventually found the rebels. She had a happy reunion with Ahsoka. The scientists from Meyershand had followed Kevin and Mila back to SCD. Saul had joined them despite his sister's contempt. Nan was not surprised to learn that Greg got his ass frozen in carbon. She would have done the same thing in his place. Ahsoka took her to the museum and they admired the mosaic. Then they unceremoniously hacked it off and released Greg from the carbon. He was unresponsive until Nan probed his thoughts, using the connection they'd formed during their last moments together.

"Who's there?" He asked, looking around blindly.

"It's me, dumbass," said Nan.

There was a lot of partying after that. Although Greg never met Abigail again, he once came upon some blank sheets for music and wrote out an original score for the piano, though he'd never written music before in his life. He called the piece "Abigail's Serenade," and sent it to her. Perhaps she understood whatever it was the music was meant to convey.

It soon became clear that Nan and Greg were not all right in the head anymore. Nan's resolve to go mad stayed with her to some extent and Greg had suffered enough mental trauma to send him off the deep end too. Ahsoka confronted them about it one day.

"I know this is not something you want to hear, but your mental issues are putting us in danger," she said. "Before, you were just lazy and uncooperative. Now you've become absentminded and forgetful. I have to ban you from working with the rebellion. Don't start, Greg, you know the duck thing has gotten worse. A few days ago I found you sitting in a pond asking people to throw you pieces of bread. You were supposed to be doing repairs on ships. And Nan, you never know what time it is."

"That's not true! I know the time…"

"What time is it?"

"Yesterday."[2]

"I know that helping with the rebellion is your way of making up for your past crimes, but I think you've done it. I was the one who set you on that track anyway and I exonerate you of that responsibility. I would be happiest if you two went back to the space colony."

"Come with us," said Greg.

"You know I can't leave yet. There are rising young Jedi that I need to help and my heart is here. I need to see the Empire destroyed, for all our sakes."

"But you could die before then!" Said Nan.

"That's how I choose to live my life. Please go back to SCD. I'll have something to look forward to if I know that you guys are safe."

They did go back, but only after Greg forgot which way to turn one day and ended up flying a spaceship practically into the Emperor's backyard. Luckily, they were disguised as a pizza delivery ship and had ample evidence in the hold (it was not their intention to be disguised as a pizza delivery ship, but for whatever reason, they had decided to buy 200 pizzas).

Upon their return to SCD, the pair fixed up their beach house and got on with the business of relaxing. Being quite mad, they never got bored. Sand gave them endless hours of enjoyment. Alcohol even more so. They trashed the Thought planet simulations because Nan was scared that somehow, their experiment led to the formation of that hopeless planet.[3] Mila taught Greg to cook. Kevin begged Nan to become ordained as a minister so she could marry him and Mila. Saul and Pale Dan's wedding quickly followed. Saul had never even suspected that he might be gay like his sister until he saw a crystal structure that Pale Dan had solved and everything fell into place for him, to the resolution of 1 Å.

Kate had left a suicide note, but it seemed to be unfinished. It went like this, "Hey there morons, fuck you all…" This line was followed by a scribble that ended in a hole in the paper where she'd punctured it with her pen, probably out of rage. She had been a very angry person and most felt that they should have made more of an effort to get on her good side.

Greg became very confused one day when he entered Kevin's room and spotted some fluffy slippers on his bed. What slippers were doing in a bed was not as interesting as their physical presence. Greg asked Kevin where they came from and the scientist said he'd grabbed them at the last moment twelve years ago when he left for SCD.

"But that means the message you sent for yourself by the time machine came through!"

"What time machine? I never built a time machine. It's a good idea, though, I should build one to remind myself to grab my bathrobe."

"But…but…you built one to remind yourself to grab those slippers!"

"Ah, but since I grabbed the slippers, then there was no reason for me to build a time machine."

The obvious time paradox did nothing to ease Greg's madness. He spent days reading up on time travel literature and trying to write an equation for why he remembered the time machine and how his clone could have gotten a message that was never sent by a machine that was never built.

"The Force only knows," said Nan each time he asked her about it.

Nan spent a lot of time trying to convince herself that the fate of the universe and the death of the Force were not her fault. There had been a prophecy, after all, that spelled out as much. Nothing they could have done could have changed things. She discussed all of this with Greg and the others at great length. Saul thought that the whole "book turned into a dragon" thing was weird. Mila thought it was sweet.

"Don't you see?" She said. "The next universe was, or rather, will be formed on a foundation of Nan's love for Greg."

"That's so wishy-washy," said Saul.

"If the next universe is formed from love, how did our universe come to be?" Wondered Greg.

"I think this universe was formed when somebody in the time stream was violently and unexpectedly fucked in the ass," said Nan.

The last thing Obi-Wan had done before sending Nan on her way was to give her an envelope. It contained a Jedi puzzle that one was supposed to solve using the Force. The puzzle consisted of a piece of paper in a T shape, broken down into six squares. You had to fold it up into a cube, using little flaps to keep it sealed. The flaps were the tricky part for most Padawans but Nan put it together in ten seconds. Obi-Wan had written on one of the faces: "If you imagine the universe as a cube, what are the flaps?" Perhaps it was his way of helping Nan resolve her guilt about the death of the Force, or maybe he was just screwing with her.

Clare Myoollen was no more…in a way. Shortly after Nan and Greg left, Clare started to bulge and pulsate in unsettling ways. Then, the bulges broke off from her body and floated away. Before Kevin and Kate could do anything about it, the ship was full of tiny Clares. That was the reason for her unexpected growth spurt. Clare's species replicated by budding (a subset of mitosis) every twenty years. Nan remembered when this happened last time but said nothing (she also refused to comment on what Clare had done with her unwanted offspring that time). Of course, Clare was mentally retarded and her reproductive system was also messed up, so instead of budding off five or six mini-Clares, she completely disintegrated into fifty of them.

Kate tossed them out the airlock before Kevin could come up with another alternative. He managed to save just one and named her Katherine, after Kate, though Kate's full name was actually Katarina and he'd never bothered to find out. Naturally, Katherine was completely brain dead and failed to perform tasks that are trivial even for human babies.

Nan discovered that her lightsaber, which had gone to the end of time with her, had changed color. It was now yellow.

"Do you think it has something to do with Dooku becoming a good guy?" Asked Greg.

"I think the time-space continuum pissed on it," said Nan.[4]

And so, in between developing new cocktails, starting up a band,[5] teaching the droids to have personalities, and feeding the ducks, Nan and Greg waited, and oftentimes they recalled the last day they had spent with Ahsoka.

They went down to a field on some planet to take a walk in the sunshine, but it started to rain. Greg recalled that Jedi practice trick, the invisible umbrella, and asked Ahsoka to implement it at once.

"Why not me?" Asked Nan.

"I got wet enough times in the past to know that you can't keep it up!"

"I can't keep it up too long either," said Ahsoka. "We'll still get soaked by the time we get back to the ship."

"No, seriously, I can do it now," said Nan.

"Let her try, then," said Ahsoka.

Nan tried and succeeded. Her umbrella extended a few feet beyond them so that even their feet did not get wet, until the ground became soggy. It was a strange experience, to stroll through a field under a downpour and not be cold and miserable. Ahsoka marveled at Nan's mastery of the Force but she was also sad that this skill could not be used for the rebellion, because as often as not, Nan used it to try to find a needle in a haystack (literally). They walked on, and even though Greg poked Nan painfully in the ribs, her grip on the invisible umbrella never wavered.

Footnotes

[1] This chapter title is liberally borrowed from an episode of Doctor Who.

[2] Sometimes, when she wasn't even that certain, she responded with, "It's happy hour somewhere," "Showtime," or the more ominous, "Too late."

[3] It may be that the dump where they tossed the computer later got hit by an asteroid, floated around space until it collided with the heap of gas and dust that would one day become…but nah, I'll leave it be.

[4] One night, Palpatine woke up from unsettling dreams and got up to drink some water. In the weak light from the window, he saw a figure in his room and quickly charged up the 'ol electric fingers. It was Count Dooku! Palpatine was not afraid of ghosts and cackled.

"Are you here to warn me?" He asked the Count. "You know nothing that could be of use to me, though I am a bit surprised you had the strength for one more appearance after the way you disgraced yourself."

Dooku just glared at him.

"What do you want?" Asked Palpatine. "You were my tool and as well as a slave to your own tyrannies. Go, vanish, leave me to my victory! Ha, ha, ha."

"I only want to show you one thing," said Dooku, turned around, and mooned the Emperor with his pale, saggy butt.

[5] Greg: "I can play the piano?"