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Robot Chicken Star Wars Special Worded Clip....

We zoom in to see the Emperor in his office on Coruscant, talking to his two Imperial cronies: Mas Amedda, and Sly Moore...

"...So I threw the Senate at him", the Emperor said laughing, with his cronies, "The whole Senate, true story".

"Oh my god, that was so funny", 'Medda said. "Make it come out my nose", Moore said.

Just then, the phone on the Emperor's desk rang, "Go for 'Papa' Palpatine", he said.

"You have a collect call from: 'Darth Vader' ", the automated machine said.

"Ugh, I-I gotta take this, hold on", the Emperor said, sighing.

"Vader, how's my favorite Sith?", he started saying, gesturing to the guys that he'd only be a minute on the phone.

Vader started talking on his end, while Palpatine tried to hear him.

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down... Huh?? Whadda ya mean they blew-up the Death Star?? (beep) oh (beep) (beep) (beep)!!! Who's 'THEY'?? What the heck is an 'Aluminium Falcon'?? Alright Alright, so-so who's left? Are you (beep) kidding me?? Well where were you?? Wait a minute, you've been flying around for two weeks trying to get a signal??" "Ugh, you must smell like feet wrapped in leathery burnt bacon..", Palpatine said, waving his hand like he could smell it.

"Hmm? Oh-oh-oh I'm sorry, I thought my 'Dark Lord of the Sith' could've protected a small thermal exhaust port that was only two meters wide!!! THAT THING WASN'T EVEN FULLY PAID OFF YET!!! Do you ha-do you have any idea what this will do to my credit??", he said as another call came in.

"Ahh hang on, I got another call. What? I'm very busy right now!! Oh, wel- well where are they going?? Oh uh alright, just get me a turkey club. Uhhh, coleslaw I guess, I mean I'm not even gonna eat it. Well wha-what are you getting? Nah see, I always order the wrong thing. Nah nah nah, I'll just stick with that. Ok bye; wh-what? Oh uh, Cherry Coke. Thanks", he said as he clicked back over.

"Sorry bout that", he said with a groan. "What? Oh oh just rebuild it?!? Oh re-real (bleep)ing original. And who's gonna give me loan jackhole, you?? Y-you gotta ATM on that 'torso-lite-brite'?? Now get your seven-foot-two asthmatic butt back here, or I'm gonna tell everyone what a whiny girl you were about Padamame or PandaBear, or whatever the heck her name is!!!", he said angrily.

"Oh jeez, he's crying!", Palpatine said quietly to Medda and Moore as they giggled to themselves.

"Hey hey hey hey, hey come on, come on, don't do that; just just, look I, I'm just dealing with a lot of crap right now. Death Star being blown up by a bunch of (bleep)ing teenagers, y'know, I didn't mean to snap", he said to Vader, and waving his hand at the guys signaling that he'd be done in a minute.

"O-oh-oh, just, just get back here; ok, ok, bye, I..di..I..I love you too", Palpatine said turning his back, putting the receiver back down, and hoping the guys didn't hear him say that last part......

Description
Robot Chicken Star Wars Special Worded Clip....

We zoom in to see the Emperor in his office on Coruscant, talking to his two Imperial cronies: Mas Amedda, and Sly Moore...

"...So I threw the Senate at him", the Emperor said laughing, with his cronies, "The whole Senate, true story".

"Oh my god, that was so funny", 'Medda said. "Make it come out my nose", Moore said.

Just then, the phone on the Emperor's desk rang, "Go for 'Papa' Palpatine", he said.

"You have a collect call from: 'Darth Vader' ", the automated machine said.

"Ugh, I-I gotta take this, hold on", the Emperor said, sighing.

"Vader, how's my favorite Sith?", he started saying, gesturing to the guys that he'd only be a minute on the phone.

Vader started talking on his end, while Palpatine tried to hear him.

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down... Huh?? Whadda ya mean they blew-up the Death Star?? (beep) oh (beep) (beep) (beep)!!! Who's 'THEY'?? What the heck is an 'Aluminium Falcon'?? Alright Alright, so-so who's left? Are you (beep) kidding me?? Well where were you?? Wait a minute, you've been flying around for two weeks trying to get a signal??" "Ugh, you must smell like feet wrapped in leathery burnt bacon..", Palpatine said, waving his hand like he could smell it.

"Hmm? Oh-oh-oh I'm sorry, I thought my 'Dark Lord of the Sith' could've protected a small thermal exhaust port that was only two meters wide!!! THAT THING WASN'T EVEN FULLY PAID OFF YET!!! Do you ha-do you have any idea what this will do to my credit??", he said as another call came in.

"Ahh hang on, I got another call. What? I'm very busy right now!! Oh, wel- well where are they going?? Oh uh alright, just get me a turkey club. Uhhh, coleslaw I guess, I mean I'm not even gonna eat it. Well wha-what are you getting? Nah see, I always order the wrong thing. Nah nah nah, I'll just stick with that. Ok bye; wh-what? Oh uh, Cherry Coke. Thanks", he said as he clicked back over.

"Sorry bout that", he said with a groan. "What? Oh oh just rebuild it?!? Oh re-real (bleep)ing original. And who's gonna give me loan jackhole, you?? Y-you gotta ATM on that 'torso-lite-brite'?? Now get your seven-foot-two asthmatic butt back here, or I'm gonna tell everyone what a whiny girl you were about Padamame or PandaBear, or whatever the heck her name is!!!", he said angrily.

"Oh jeez, he's crying!", Palpatine said quietly to Medda and Moore as they giggled to themselves.

"Hey hey hey hey, hey come on, come on, don't do that; just just, look I, I'm just dealing with a lot of crap right now. Death Star being blown up by a bunch of (bleep)ing teenagers, y'know, I didn't mean to snap", he said to Vader, and waving his hand at the guys signaling that he'd be done in a minute.

"O-oh-oh, just, just get back here; ok, ok, bye, I..di..I..I love you too", Palpatine said turning his back, putting the receiver back down, and hoping the guys didn't hear him say that last part......