“Gooood, gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!” cackled Palpatine as Gundoom and 8R sparred with their bitchin’ sweet lightsabers.
“You’re pretty good, 8R,” said Gundoom, parrying a swing from his clone brotha.
“Thanks fam, it’s probably in my genes or something.”
The Emperor clapped his wrinklyass hands together.
“That’s enough for today, boys! Dinner’s ready!”
He took out some rattlesnake people’s limbs which had been cooked by Darth Gundoom’s flamethrower.
“Thanks dad!” said Darth Gundoom, like a fucking idiot 1st grader, “O-oops!… Sorry…”
“No… no, it’s okay… you can call me dad…”
Darth Gundoom’s robot-eyes filled with robot-tears. Long had he been searching for a father figure since the death of Jango Fett.
“Okay… dad! :)” he said cheerfully.
“I hate to break this up guys, but Mace Windu’s here.”
“I’M HERE, MOTHERFUCKERS,” roared Mace Windu, flashing his new robot-arm which was actually a lightsaber. And he had another one. So he was like, dual-wielding them.
“I’ll take care of this, boys. Go. Run. I’ll meet you at the base of the Order, and we’ll complete our plan!”
“Yeah okay,” said 8R.
“But DAD!” cried Darth Gundoom.
“DON’T ARGUE WITH ME, BOY. ONLY I CAN DEFEAT MACE WINDU AT HIS CURRENT POWER LEVEL,” roared Palpatine as he launched a Force-tornado at Mace Windu.
But Mace Windu summoned a Force-monsoon and knocked it away.
“You’ll have to do better than that, Sith bitch,” he said smug as shit.
Palpatine turned into a Force dragon.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” he roared as he blew Gundoom and 8R away with a gust of Force-wind lmao. He then turned to Mace Windu and breathed Force-fire, but Mace Windu had turned into a Force-dinosaur and began wrestling with him!
“DO YOU THINK DAD WILL BE OKAY?!” asked Gundoom as he and his clonebro flew through the sky.
“1, he’s not your dad and 2, yeah, I think he’ll be freaking fine, I’m pretty sure he’s immortal or some shit. I’m more worried about us,” replied 8R, “What are we supposed to do when we get to the Order’s base? What if we’re found before he can catch up with us?”
“Then we play it cool,” responded Gundoom, “And by that, I mean we just start blowing shit up.”
“Yeah, okay,” said 8R, satisfied. Not.
“I’ll handle Snoke by myself. You deal with Kylo Ren,” said Gundoom.
“And the army of stormtroopers?” demanded 8R, “What are we going to do about them?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” asked Darth Gundoom.
“Not in the slightest,” replied 8R, tired of this shit.
“We call in some back-up,” said Darth Gundoom mysteriously.
“Great,” said 8R, “Well, TO BE CONTINUED I GUESS.”