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“We’ve known each other for a long time, wouldn’t you say sir?”
Palpatine looked up from his evil little notes at the blue slug man. Soon the clone wars would be over and he could finally start focusing on the things that really mattered, like his big evil space station project. He just had to figure out how to get rid of Dooku…. Hmm, his special little boy Anakin could take care of it, he was sure. He could say jump and the little jedi would undoubtedly ask how high?
“Yes, I believe we have, Mas,” Palpatine said, going back to his plans. “Why do you ask?”
“Then you would know about my species’ needs,” He said, and.. Was he puffing his chest out? Oh this didn’t bode well.
“Go on…”
“Then you must know what a person of my… stature means on my homeworld.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“My horns. They’re huge. Everyone wants me carnally.”
Palpatine stared.
“I’m propositioning you.”
“Ah,” Palpatine said with disgust.