After years of being a dad without a son Darth Vader has finally found a cosy place where nobody can see him so he can, at least, take of his mask and have a proper cry. It must be really hard for him. All those bloody wars between stars, all those fightings with swords, all those manly things. all the time being cruel, bad, horrible, cruising the galaxy to extinguish innocent peoples. but never being allowed to show his soft side, his smelly socks, the human behind the mask, his soft core, his emotions, his crocodile's tears, his dirty underpants, the picture of his mum in his pickpocket and the tatoo to it. i feel sorry for him and hope he was happy in that dixie loo.
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