Darth Tepe glanced at the bar from the door of the back rooms. It has been a while since he'd been around here, although lurking was a favorite past time when not taking over the world with Pinky and the Brain as well as other humorous characters. As his eyes wandered from person to person, he raised an eyebrow at a very familiar sight. Someone he'd have thought lost to the ages and pages of history. As he saw the face of his old mentor, Darth Rythe, there was only one sentence he could mutter;
"And the only thing I can say about that is ... oh, snap!"
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan