>TIME STOPS, DOOKU LOOKS INTO CAMERA
>WHOA WHOA WHOA. YOUR PROBABLY WONDERING HOW I GOT HERE.
>As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a Sith. To me, being a Sith was better than being Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. Even before I first wandered into Coruscant for a youngling job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a star system that was full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in front of a sandcrawler and nobody ever gave them a ticket. In the summer when they played Dejarik all night, nobody ever called the Jedi.
Choose the Force. Choose a job. Choose the Dark Side. Choose the Council. Choose a fucking big lightsaber. Choose protocol droids, holoprojectors, and R2 units. Choose Watto, Tatooine and Naboo. Choose fixed-interest credit payments to the Hutts. Choose a Corellian freighter that did the Kessel run in less than twelve parsecs. Choose a Wookiee. Choose sitting in Jabba's throne room, watching mind-numbing dancers, stuffing green chubas into your mouth. Choose becoming a blue ghost at the end of it all, disappearing into thin air, nothing more than an embarrassment to the whiny kid you trained on the way to Alderaan.
Choose your destiny.
Choose the Force.
But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose the Dark Side. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got the high ground?
Did I ever tell you guys I was in the Battle of Kashyyyk?
*"It aint me starts" playing*