"Well, why don't you fix it, dear fellow, dear fellow, well, why don't you fix it before I go mad!"

Listening to "Across the Stars" from the Episode II soundtrack, I would not just forsake my father and refuse my name, but burn the very stars, for her whom I loved. What are a man's honor and soul compared to the glory of her eyes? I speak not just of Natalie Portman's Padme Amidala, but of all the hers across all the heavens. For love, for her, no price is too great.

On a related note, if you do not love Star Wars, I pity you, for there is no joy in your heart. In the same breath, I hate you and despise all for which you stand.