Anakin opened his office door.

And stared.

Someone had redecoratedAnakin stomped around the office examining streamers on the ceiling and paint on the wall, then the glitter-bestrewned Farrah Fawcett poster, and finally flounced over to sit in his chair ( Read more... )

Vader had a paintbrush and a few buckets of white paint.

And an all-black wardrobe.

Clearly today's activity--getting rid of the pink walls and happy face--was only going to end in tears.

Vader reached his hand out and the paintbrush began moving on its own, far away from his cape.

The hope was that the tears would be from someone else.

Darth Vader came stalking down the hallway. He'd left something in his office.

In his spare, clean.... pink and glittery...office.

He paused in the doorway and stared for a long moment before whirling around and stomping back the way he came.

Someone was going to die.