What the blast did you just fucking say to me you rebel scum? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Jedi Academy, I've been involved in numerous secret missions to destroy the Sith, and have over 300 confirmed midichlorians. I am trained in the Jedi Way and I built the Millenium Falcon in my back yard. You are nothing to me but just another nerfherder. I will force push the youngling out of you with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this galaxy, mark my fucking Hutt breath. You think you can get away with saying that bantha fodder to me in front of the Jedi Council?? Think again buckethead. As we speak, I am contacting the secret Council of Jedi across Coruscant and your scruffy looking ass is getting caught in my tractor beam so you better prepare for the Death Star, dirtball. The Death Star that will blow up the pathetic planet you call your life. You're fucking dead, farmboy. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven ways, and that's just with my lightsaber. Not only am I extensively trained in the ways of the Force, but I have access to the entire Jedi Temple Library and I will use it to its full extent to force push your miserable ass off the face of this star system, you little prequel. If only you could have sensed what unholy retribution your little "piston-headed" comment was about to bring you, maybe you would have held your fucking Wookie. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you scruffy-looking nerfherder. I will drag you to the waters of Kamino and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, my young padawan
