Which adds to the list of “Movie Jobs I Don’t Want”: admiral in the Empirical Forces.
The Empirical forces? 
“Captain, we’re under attack!”
“Prove it.”
Amend that to “the rest of Padme’s shirt,” and you got yourself a deal.
Midichlorians, midichlorians, what is midichlorians?
:smack:
Why does an Empire have “imperial” forces, anyway?
Because “empiral” sounds stupid.
Grand Moff Tarkin, Slumlord!
I have this image of Darth Vader sneaking out of his apartment in the middle of the night, loading all his worldly goods in a Mazda GLC, and getting out of town before the landlord finds out.
Sir Rhosis
La la la la la la la la la I can’t hear you la la la la LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!