Sloane's phat ass fell off his big red toilet and hit the ground loudly and dramatically, although it was far from the loudest sound Sloane's phat ass had ever made.

The newly promoted General Haggard slithered around the Red Room examining the damage while Gowny woke up from his nap. Why do I dream about Cloth every night? And why were the Power Rangers playing volleyball this time?

"Yo, Gown, did you have explosive diarrhea again? Why is everything on fire? And why is Sloane cut in half?"

"The girl slew Sloane," Gowny said. "She slew him just like she slew all my hopes and dreams when she denied my proposal."

"Y'alls never had a chance with her anyway. I hear she's planning on asking FN-2187 out on a date when she gets back to the Resistance."

"Not… if anything to say about it… I have!" Gowny cawed. "Let's go down to that planet and blow it to smithereens."

"Boy you ain't the Supreme Leader," General Haggard said. "Take a seat, young Skywalker. I'm the new Supreme Leader because I have the more successful toy store."

"I'm the new Supreme Leader because Sloane said so. So why don't you sit yo bitch ass down before someone gets hurt Harrod? I mean Hagrid? I mean Haggard?"

"You mean to command my army?" Haggard said. "I just inherited this army from McGregor like 30 minutes ago but if you want them to go down to that planet and whoop some tushy for you, y'alls has another thing coming."

Gowny choked Haggard with the Force just like how Banakin choked Padme on the planet Mufasa before he took the L.

"The Supreme Leader is dead, and if becoming the new one means I get to sit on that big ass toilet all day, then you bet your sweet tushy that job is mine, or so help me I will take shits all over the floor of Gowny's Ship of Dreams until the end of time."

"Long live the Supreme Leader!111!"

The stolen escape pod flew right to the Millennium Falcon.

Cloth crawled through the sewer pipes of the Falcon and up to the main deck. Walking Carpet was waiting for her with a blow dryer to blow all of the dookie off her from the pipes and the Red Room.

"Well that was a successful first date," Cloth said, sitting in the pilot seat.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"Very insightful, I'll look into that."

They flew away into the sunset together in search of where the entire Resistance dabbed off to. Where oh where could they have gone that's far away from the First Order and safe and hidden? They could be anywhere in the whole galaxy by now!

"Oh look they're right there," Cloth said, pointing to all the transport ships that were going down to Crait right in front of everyone. "That was lucky."

"AAAAAAHHHHH?" Walking Carpet asked.

"Of course I can fly the Falcon down to Crait's surface," Cloth said. "I may be a woman, but that doesn't mean I can't be the best dang steamboat captain this here river's ever seen!"

Cloth nosedived the Falcon down to Crait, a move she learned from the bestselling book How 2 Fly. The trick was only for advanced pilots like Poe Dameron, so said the book, but she considered herself one.

"Time to go achieve my Destiny™."