"Join me, Count Dooku, and together, we will rule the galaxy!" said Darth Sidious dramatically.
Dooku looked at him.
"I may not be a Jedi," he said, "But that doesn't mean I'm a Sith, either."
"Fine," said Sidious, "I suppose you will need some persuasion."
Sidious motioned to one of the guards, who quickly returned with an iPod and Beats headphones. Dooku smirked.
"I already have more iPods than I can count. You won't be able to bribe me with another one. In fact, I own the Apple Store on Coruscant."
Sidious grinned evilly.
"That's not what this is for."
The guard put the headphones on the bound Dooku, who wasn't able to move.
"You know, music is quite relaxing," said the Count.
"Play Believe," said Sidious, "And put it on repeat."
Dooku's eyes widened.
"You can't do that! It's unfair torture!"
Sidious cackled loudly.
"Oh yes I can!"
The guard pressed play on the iPod, and soon the unfortunate ears of Dooku were filled with the sound of the squeaky girly screeches of Justin Bieber.
"Enjoy, Dooku," said Sidious, and he walked out.
"NO! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" screamed Dooku, "OKAY I'LL JOIN YOU! ANYTHING BUT JB!"
Dooku began sobbing uncontrollably and Sidious poked his head in.
"I knew you would see reason."
Sidious stopped the music.
"Oh thank the Force!" said Dooku, "My ears are still ringing."
Sidious grinned.
"You, my not so young apprentice, will be called Darth...Tyranus!"
Dooku looked at him blankly.
"Can I have a name that doesn't sound like a T-Rex?"
"No, and don't argue. Otherwise I'll start the music again."
