A million years ago, there was a car dealer called University Lincoln Mercury. Innocuous building, two doors down from the Minute Market.
Used cars were sold out of a trailer on a dirt mound in the middle of the lot. Behind the dirt mound, they displayed a red and white used
Duster with a 340 ’59 Edsel for a while. I loved that car – maybe too much.
The hate is swelling in you now. Take your Jedi weapon. Use it. I am unarmed. Strike me down with it. Give in to your anger.
The Emperor is pretty goddamned pissed, Luke. Street parking is your only hope now.