No One Pays Me To Be Nice.

Oh, Wonderful. I Killed His Father. He Hates Me. He Knows How To Make Bombs. Come On, Wedge, How Does This Story End?

No, They Can't. They Can't Be Luke Skywalker.

Luke, I Don't Want To Discourage Your Curiosity, But I Have To Remind You, If Something Goes Wrong, This Is An Exceptionally Embarassing Way To Die." Mara

Ennui And Lethargy Are Waging A War Inside Me.

No One Pays Me To Be Nice.