The Universe is Still Mine to Have

The deep sinister voice of the second in command is unmistakable, even though it has been once again buried for months in seething, angry contemplation:

A LOW GROAN emanates from Vader's mask. Suddenly everything in the room begins to implode, including some of the DROIDS...

VADER SCREAMS, breaks his bonds to the table, and steps forward, waving his hands, causing objects to fly around the room. Sidious deflects the objects, but some of the Droids (especially one named Libby) aren't so lucky. VADER'S PAINFUL SCREAMS echo throughout the Center.

"They won't get me, do you hear? Bob Woodward will never squeal, and 30 years from now, if he's still alive, it won't matter..."

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With apologies for the slight additions to the Stars Wars III script...