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Motti- How long are we going to chase         this rebel ship through hyperspace? Piett- They have to come out at some          point I figure

Emp.- I desire company.  You, Piett           report to my throne room            immediately Piett- Uh...yes sir, right away

Motti- Piett's in trouble, Piett's in trouble            At least the ship is finally under            my command.

Piett- Uh, reporting as ordered sir Emp- Good, good, do come in.           How thoughtful, you brought           me a drink

Piett- Uh, but that's...Yeah, I got you a           drink.  Hope you like scotch Emp- I like you Piett.

Piett- Thank you sir Emp- In fact, I'm going to make you           my heir. If I die, as if that could          happen, You get all my power.

Motti- This is getting us no where            Fire on the rebel ship Gunner- But, sir we're still in hyperspace Motti- I said fire, now fire Gunner- Uh... yes sir

KABOOM!!!! Motti- What was that?            Why's the ship on fire?            This can't be good?           Gunner, what happened?

Gunner- In hyperspace we travel faster               than light.  Our laser can only               travel at the speed of light. Motti- So what does that mean? Gunner- We just shot ourselves

Piett- Emperor, are you okay?          Damn, he's dead.  At least he           didn't spill any of my scotch.          Wait, if he is dead then...

Motti- There you are Piett           What's with the outfit? Piett- Long story, but I'm Emperor now. Motti- Yeah right. get off the booze

Piett- Don't underestimate the power            of the Dark Side.           Now that was cool.           I need another drink.

To Be Continued...