Indeed, it may most verily be saidThat only death and taxes certain are.

I do believe—that all the world's a star. Beyond that heav'nly light I shall fly far!" Luke (ACT I, Scene 7)

- Be thou not technical with me,/Or else thine input valve may swift receive/a hearty helping of my golden foot.

Nay, Nay! Try thou not.But do thou or do thou not, For there is no "try.

O Luke, I would not lose thee as I lostDarth Vader. His betrayal made my lifeA bleak and tragic thing. Thy loss untoThe dark would make my death a hellish, coldEternity.

-No, I am thy father.

Impressive, most impressive, worthy lad,Thine Obi-Wan hath taught thee well, and thouHast master'd all thy fears. Now, go! ReleaseThine anger, for thy hate alone can strikeMe down!