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Sheev Palpatine woke to too many colors.
“… And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster…” said the disembodied voice.
“Welcome to Sakaar.” the voice continued.
“You are meeting the Grandmaster. Prepare Yourself. You are now meeting the Grandmaster.”
“You will die for this.” he spat.
“Yikes! Someone’s got a temper.” said the Grandmaster “Here’s what I want to know. Who are you?”
“I am the Lord of the Sith, and now you will die!”
“Wow, I didn’t feel anything, but out of your fingers, was that like, sparkles?”