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![]() You trained your whole life in Amidala Impersonation School. You worked so hard to be her decoy. You studied every day her wooden acting, stiff dialogue delivery and tendency to fall in love with whiny pussies / future mass-murders. You couldn't wait to graduate to offical decoy and even quietly had several students in your class killed so you could graduate with top honours. Finally the big day came. The Military Creation Act was being voted on at Courscant, and while Amidala flew in safely far away, you had the honour of being her offical decoy for the trip. The ship landed, you walked out, held your head high and immediately got blown to iddy biddy pieces. Congratualtions, dumbass, you are now dead. |
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Out fart the hottie!
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Oh hey Ugly I called you stupid in another thread but I take it back because this thread makes you only seem mildly retarded but don't make fun of the retards around here even if they're actually autistic because someone might brand you as immature and if you're immature serious people won't talk to you and you will be lacking in serious people to talk to and that will be bad because you won't have those people in your life who don't laugh at anything because it's immature and in poor taste.
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![]() Your "Golden Years" were anything but. You seriously lost your touch after you gained all of the power you had worked so hard to gather durring the Clone Wars and fall of the Republic. Back in the day, you were the master of pulling puppet strings, screwing people over left and right, creating a myriad of conspiracies that worked like clockwork to give you supreme power. But when you eventually had all the power, you got lazy and cocky. You gave up on pulling the puppet strings and decided to exclusively shop at GAP - INTERGALATIC DICTATORS for black robes. You sat on your throne and the majority of your rule was compromised primarily of cackling evily. And entire Rebellion popped up around you, and you let your pride and joy Death Star get blown to smitherines because nobody put a cover on an air vent. On Endor you confidently proclaimed that "an entire legion of my best troops" would take out the Rebels on the Forrest Moon. They were defeated by Teddy Bears with rocks and sticks. Sure, you managed to get the superlazer working on the station but the whole place still got blown up anyway. You were smart enough to not let being thrown down that shaft in the throne room destroy you. Your essence was transported to a fresh new clone body on Byss. You were back and ready to take over the galaxy. You even got Luke Skywalker on the Dark Side. But you screwed up again, instead of taking the subtle route that worked before, you built an army of World Devistators that were subsequently punked out by the Allliance, once again. And your final clone body was destroyed by Leia's unborn child. You should have kept with your first love, rock-musical S&M theatre. |
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![]() You frighten small children. Keep up the good work. |
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Or maybe this was all sarcasm. ![]() |
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Minion of Satan
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![]() You like cookies. You really, really like cookies. You really, really, really like cookies. You stole a cookie from Darth Vader. That was the last time you did that. |
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Apocalyptic Poster
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![]() You speak with a weird accent and your speech is often slurred due to excessive drinking that is a common habit of your people. You have a tendency to shoot your mouth off. Bragging about “having a death sentence on twelve systems” constantly when the reality of the situation is you only have about six parking tickets in four counties. People would say that you have only a face a mother could love, but even your mother thinks you’re hideously ugly. That isn’t true for the ladies, though. You draw in the bitches and they stay with you till you decide to kick them to the curb. It must be your deep brown eyes . . . erm, eye. |
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![]() You were actually a very sweet kid. Your formative years were in a carring and nuturing enviornment. But when you went to school, it all changed. You stood at the bus stop with your lunchbox in hand, waiting for adventure. As you stepped inside the bus, a horrible silence descendend . . . and then mocking laughter. Sure, the name "cameltoeface" really hurt when you first heard it, after the first 40 times you kinda got you used to it. But after being called cameltoeface for 17 years, you finally snapped. It drove you into a complete alchoolic depressive spiral. You spent your time hanging around bars turning tricks for deformed one-eyeballed dudes. You picked fights with poor mosture farmers who just walked in for a beer. And then you got your arm hacked off by a dude who had a senior citizen discount at the movies. But that was one of the best things that ever happened to you. The closing band of the night was Def Leppard and they needed a new drummer. The rest is history. |
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