Your turn.

*deepbreath*

Stop that and just roll!

Yes, of course.

Insufferable fool.

Weakling.

Roll the dice!

I am!

Good!

Whatever. Let’s play again.

I grow weary of these games.

you have something better to do?

Listen, you damned fool, do not doubt my ways.

No, I’m not asking if you have some old man to ball lick, I’m asking if you have something better to do than to play this game.

Fine, roll.

Thank you.

You’re only mad because Skeletor isn’t here.

He’s in rehab, he needs to be in rehab.

Sure, but he also sucked at these games didn’t he?

He was an easy mark, all right.

What you call science, I call simple acts of faith. What you call games of chance, I call easy money.

Yeah? Take THAT roll, helmet head.

I am unamused. Give me the dice!

So I was thinking, Robotic Yul Brynner and I were going to hit the bar later, maybe you wanna…

I am not your cheap Skeletor replacement! I am Lord Vader!

Not as a replacement, we like you.

And when Skeletor returns? Will I still be invited then? Your roll, by the way.

Thanks. And of course you would be! I mean, I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem. I drive a small car though, so…

It is as I thought. So why not H.A.L. as your new flunky?

No limbs. Your go.

Valid point. But still, this is degrading and cheap!

How do you, ooh nice one, how do you figure?

Using me, but I suppose at least you’re honest about it. Now.

Look, we’ll have some good times, some laughs, and then whatever happens happens, you know?

I suppose. Still, just don’t treat me like I’m nothing more than a stand-in.

Of course not. Ha! Check that roll! HA!

That was nice, but… oh, I can feel it, yes, it’s…

Oh sit down. Hey… did you use the Force to make those dice…

No.

Are you sure? Because…

Nope.

But…

Nuh-uh.

Hmmm. All right. Beer?

Straw?

This is so odd. Sure. Come on.