A Star Wars Christmas...

The Chancellor Breaks Down/ Forbidden Love

                 "THAT BROWN HEADED PIECE OF ASTEROID DUST!"

                           The Chancellor jerked from his seat, slamming his knobby fists against his table in fury. The small droid whirred, dashing under the desk in a flurry. Chancellor Palpatine never seemed to notice, to enticed in his own anger to realize anything else. "I had everything planned! EVERYTHING!" A wrinkled piece of flesh wobbled as he shook his fist in the air, wiping the multiple pieces of paper written with plans. The astromech whimpered, her lights flashing. How much she wanted to see her forbidden love, to tell the truth to her valiant, blue knight. 

How much she wanted to electrocute this stupid man and burst out the window.

                   She felt her gears slow in relief as the old man let out a long, raspy sigh. "Really, Tiffany, I am glad that you do deal with my little outbursts." "Tiffany", still getting used to her name, refused to come out. Her head filled with beeps and boops and his wrinkled face went under the table. "...Just come out, will you? I need to rant to someone." Slowly, Tiffany came out in quietness. The Chancellor clapped his hands eagerly."Thank you."

                And just like that, his entire expression and attitude took a giant turn. "BUT ANAKIN THOUGH! Does he know how much I have to go through trying to take down the entire Republic and Jedi race!? How many white hairs he's put on my head because he's being too cute and stupid!?" Tiffany chirped in confusion. Cute? He didn't seem to notice, because his rant rambled on faster. "He's so 'Oh look at me, I'm such a pretty boy! Pretty boy Anakin to the rescue, relish in my hair! Oooooooh!'" Tiffany screeched as he leaned in as his lips went to a large circle, his eyes rolling up to the top of his head. He crossed his legs, his robe sliding up to his thighs. If droids could choke, now would be the time and cause. The poor female astromech buried herself in her thoughts.

              I want to see Artoo. I wonder if I can make some type of excuse. I hate when he gets moody like this. I'm going to be late for our meeting if she... The astromech felt her wires sizzle. He. I mean he. Her eye kept looking at his as she rolled out as quietly as she could.

           "I just want people to LOVE ME. Is it that hard, to love someone as academically and attractive as I? Look at this hair, look at my biceps, these thighs!" Tiffany rattled, trying to look away. 

*EVERYONE! LOOK AWAY! HIDE YOUR CHILDREN!*

          "I want everyone to look at this silver fox and think--' I will follow him. I can love him, be on my knees as I take over the entire galaxy.' THAT is not asking too much, is it?!" Tiffany rewired silently as she rolled out the room, making sure the Chancellor had long lost himself in his own disarrayed, diva comments. 

It would take more than rewiring to erase the events and scenes occurred today.