Son: "Hello, Mum. Hello, Dad."
Dad: "Hello, Son."
Son: "There's another doomed Jar-Jar on the landing."
Mum: "What's his diocese?"
Son: "Looks a bit Bars & Wells-ish, I'd say."
Dad: "Perhaps we should call the Police."
Mum: "Why not call the Wookie Police?"
Dad: "All right."
All: "The Wookie Police!"
(sound of incoming space freighter at a bit too fast a speed to land safely; enormous crash, flames and debris everywhere; running, followed by knocking on the front door; Mum opens the door)
Mum: "Are you the Wookie Police?"
Leader: (growls incomprensibly, translated as: "Oh, yes!")
Mum: "There's another doomed Jar-Jar on the landing."
Leader: "Is that rat pudding?"
Mum: "Er, yes."
Leader: (more incomprensible growling, translated as: "Disgusting. All right, men. The chase is on. We should all kneel. Oh, Force. We beseech thee. Who croaked Lester?")
Palpatine's Ghost: "The one in the grey says he done it."
Leader: (more incomprehensible growling, translated as: "All right. We're agreed that society's to blame? Let us all sing.")
(below text translated from Wookie)
All things bright and Jedi-ful
All Wookies big and Ewoks small
All things wise and Yoda-ful
The Force doth doom them all
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Doomflammation of the doomskin reminds me of your smile
I've had doomanital doomroids for quite a little while
I gave my doom to NSU, that lovely night in June
I doom for you my doomling and I hope you'll get doom soon
My doom warts your doomies, my doomilitic sores
Your doomelial doomfection, how I miss you more and more
Your doomie's itch, my doompox, our lovely doomrrhea
At least we both were dooming, when we said that we were clear
My doomed out doomitalia is not so bad for me
As the complete and utter failure, every time I doomie
I'm dooming from your doom my doom, I'm your doomochaetal clown
I've left my doom to science, but I'm afraid they've doomed it down
The only ship class that wasn't successfully launched from Utopia Planitia: the Doomed Class. Parts: ill-fated. Manufacturing: ill-fated. Maiden voyage: complete disaster, all hands and feet lost (I know; that stumped me too). Space iceberg blamed, but lawyers defend the iceberg ("It didn't know what it was doing"). Senate committee created, to be chaired by Senator Jar-Jar Binks. Throwing spitballs at the senator will not be tolerated ... while the committee is in session. First witless witness is the ships' designer: I. M. von Absolut Wurst:
"You mean someone actually tried to build it? But it was meant to be a joke. Just a silly, stupid joke. You weren't supposed to take me seriously."
"Mesathinks you should never have submitted the doomed design at all, Mr. Wurst," Senator Binks says.
"I couldn't agree more," Chancellor Palpatine says. "Perhaps a fittingly doomed punishment for Mr. Wurst?"
"Mesathinks watching reruns of me in Star Wars I, in an endless loop," Senator Binks says.