The Emperor approaches with an easy stride
to address Luke, the victor of the saber duel.
Your hate has made you powerful.
Now… take your father’s place at my side.
Luke retracts his saber. I’ll never turn to
the dark side. Palpatine grimaces. So be
it, he croaks. His limp hands suddenly rigid, he
blasts Luke with a jagged stream of blue
volts. While Luke writhes about on the floor,
Vader looks back & forth between his two
options: master & son. Then he lifts the emperor
& throws him over the edge into
the Death Star’s power core. The void gleams
with a sudden blue haze, but Vader sizzles & steams.*
* That’s not supposed to sound quite as appetizing as it does.