“Look, Master!” said Darth Zeddo. “I have acquired a splendid steampunk lightsaber from eBay.”
Sith Lord Rowcha drew back his hood and inspected it.
“Steampunk? Just because it’s brass and wood doesn’t mean it’s steampunk,” he paused and exhaled. “Look, there is not a single cog. Not so much as a leather belt loop. How much did you pay for it? You didn’t empty our PayPa…”
Rowcha’s voice trailed off as he realized he’d upset his apprentice. Darth Zeddo tightened his jaw and stared into the middle distance. Rowcha reached out tentatively to console him. He drew back at the last moment, leaving his bony, force-shriveled fingers floating uncomfortably near Zeddo’s forearm.
Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.