(Nice, shiny black table,
crisp uniforms, arrogant attitudes--
Kill them all if I could!)
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General Tagge's stiff
uniform collar digs into his neck--
(Where the hell's my drink?!)
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"While you strut around,
Motti, the Rebel Alliance is drawing
bullseyes on your back!"
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Tagge's a general...but
Motti calls him commander of a
starfleet. I'm so confused!
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If I get out of this
alive, I'll hire some Twi'lek girls
and celebrate!*
*Memo scribbled by Wullf Yularen next to a doodle of Lord Vader's helmet
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Though "liberty died"
nineteen years earlier in the Senate,
now it's official.
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Tagge's bureaucratic
second-sense tells him that no good
can come of this.
=======================
In his pride, Motti
imagines ultimate power through technology,
but he forgets Sith history.
=======================
The "sad devotion" of
a "sorcerer" to an "ancient religion"
silences old Motti.
=======================
(Sorcerer's ways, eh?!
Whos' laughing now, you sideburn-wearing
son of a nerf-herder!!!)
======================
You great big bully!
I remember when you tagged around
with a snippy kid!*
*Another memo scribbled by Wullf Yularen, this one below a caricature of Anakin Skywalker saying, "I hate sand..."
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"This bickering is pointless!"
(But it's almost as fun as the time
I crushed those protesters!)
======================
The meeting over,
Motti realizes that he won't be eating
popcorn for a while.
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