|Death Stars: Always the shit alternative|
That's why I feel sorry for your average stormtrooper, who have no say in the fact that they are - once again - heading off toward certain painful death just because Darth Whoever's-In-Charge-This-Week has got a twinge in his knee from The Dark Side that tells him to go an build another fucking Death Star.
And that's where the Empire falls over time and time again. The people at the top are maniacs with absolutely no idea how to run an enormous sprawling organisation with a limitless military-industrial complex that that turn its evil robot hand to all sorts of killing machine.
|Finn: Double-ended [CENSORED]|
I bet even Mr Stevens (head of Death Star catering) had the secret access codes to the shields and tractor beams so he could dispose of unwanted Penne Arabiatta without clogging up the Doomsday Machine's firing mechinism. Frankly, Imperial Empire management is a complete clusterfuck.
|"Oh sweet Jesus, not another fucking Death Star"|
You've got (and I have to keep saying this) a limitless military-industrial complex. Build more star destroyers. Design an alternative to the TIE Fighter, which has now been in service for around 40 years despite the pilots not being able to see out the sides. And for the love of Yoda, organise some marksmanship classes - it's pitiful watching those wall-eyed morons trying to hit a target.
That's why I'm offering my services to the Empire to improve staff morale (no more wet trays in the canteen, lads!) and to - perhaps gift them a victory that could see them on the better things.
We're going to need a ways-of-working committee, focus groups, a 360-degree appraisal system, a large team of external consultants who seemingly do nothing but order pizza from the Domino's over the road, and no fucking Death Stars.
|"I said no fucking Death Stars, and you got me a Death Star. How many of you do I have to kill?"|
Evil doesn't have to be grand gesture stuff. Look at Kim Jong-un. He says he's got an H-Bomb, when he still has biplanes. You can do the same, only with a limitless military-industrial complex that churns out Star Destroyers. Just stop being a dick all the time.
All I ask in return is the head of Jar Jar Binks, which will make a lot of future Imperial Empire citizens very, very happy.