As you look up, it was too late already. A massive fist
came crushing down onto your fragile skull and instantly, you were rendered
unconcious. During the split second before your doom, you wished you had stayed
with Uncle Owen working in the moisture farms on Tatooine. That way, you'd never
had to worry about the stupid droids that wandered off, nor learning all these
stupid Jedi mind tricks, and though your stupid life would've been boring, you'd
still be alive.
