What is your bidding, my master?
I want to shove my lightsaber up your death-star trench,
Cover your body with my Sith-lord stench.
Kiss you sweet, just like little Anakin.
Then fuck you dirty like a dark Jedi can.
Juicy. Good.
Obi-Wan never told you, and that just makes me harder.
No... I am your father!
When last we met, I was the catcher! Now I am the pitcher!
I find your lack of pubic hair disturbing.
I haven't felt this alive since Tatooine, the first time.
Sister? You have a sister?

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