
"Dear Diary: Some weekends... oh, I don't know, I just like to stay in, put on some Alderaan Funk, and just, like,
let go, you know? Do you even
know how much pressure it is running a Death Star? No. You don't. No one does. No one understands me. Not the
Emperor. Not the fucking
storm troopers. Even a Sith Lord needs to feel... you know,
sexy from time to time. God, diary, you're the
only one that gets it."
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