indeed--
MONITOR HEAD
What? No. I've got Linux. I'm totally safe.
Sonar laughs uproariously.
SONAR
Ah, no, there is one weapon against which you probably have no proper defense.
Sonar points off-screen, and gawks.
SONAR
What is that? "As you please, my Lord. Play discreetly online now!" Whoa, what is she wearing? More specifically, what is she not wearing?
Monitor Head stupidly turns to look, and drops his defense. In a blink, Sonar slashes at Monitor Head's head.
MONITOR HEAD P.O.V:
In a slash of pink light, our "head" spits sparks and dies.
CUT TO BLACK:
INT. DARK TOWER GUEST CHAMBER--NIGHT
Darth Sonar recites vocal exercises. He notices us and stops.
SONAR
You again?
He sighs.
Alright, so I guess you won't fall for that last trick again, not while I'm around, anyway. But there is one more thing you haven't accounted for...the "unnatural" abilities of a Dark Jedi.
He raises his hands, and shoots lightning bolts from his fingertips to our head. Our view fizzles to black.
FADE OUT:
THE END
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AUTHOR'S GREETING
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