Iceberg wrote:Your mentalist hat cannot affect me! I'm wearing my TINFOIL HAT! YOU LOSE!

Don't make me use my Sith Powers on you! It was the Mentalist hat or Torture, which would you prefer?

And now, dirt-encrusted spoon in hand, glowing slightly from fallout and the second key in hand, we rejoin our adventure :
Rob entered the Citadel and walked between the massed ranks of silent Imperial Guards, towards the huge Throne room doors. The power of his Master suffused the air around him, feeding his connection to the 'Logic' side of the Force. As always the doors opened at his approach, nothing as trivial as electrical means were employed in shifting these multi-ton behemoths, they opened only on the mereist whim of The Emperor (and some nifty counterweighting, after all the Emperor was an Engineer

).
Rob approached the throne and Knelt, head bowed. Waiting for Darth Wong to acknowledge him.
The Emperor was staring intently into a monitor screen, occassional gasps and muted 'Chukka wow, chukka wowow's could be heard comeing from the speakers. "you have succeeded my Apprentice?" He intoned, never looking away from the screen.
"It was as you predicted my Master. All too easy for a follower of the Sith." Robs eyes still fxed to the floor.
"You feel perhaps the mission was below you?" The trace of a smile flitted across the Sith Lords face.
"No my Master. I am yours to command."
"You may leave the key on the table. Choose one of the Harem as your reward." the Emperor waved his hand towards the Pleasure room door, "oh and one more thing."
Rob stopped in mid stride and returned to one knee, his head bowed "What is thy biding my Master. What dread deed shall I perform in thy name?"
"Tell Colin to make me some bearclaws, I'm famished."
