Meanwhile, back at Professor Gangrene's retreat, the Olsen Twins investigate the sounds of gunfire that greeted MiskatonicNick's exit... only to find...

"... the world is a better place without another Jar-Jar Binks... what the hell could George Lucas have been thinking of?"   "money and spin-off merchandising... as usual?" "Well, it certainly wasn't plot anyhow! Not that I'd know anything about one of those..." "Heh, yeah...MiskatonicNick criticises George Lucas's storytelling... Dear Pot, signed the Kettle!" "Yes, thank you Ashley. Anyway, you'd better get some clothes on girls, we've gotta get out of here quickly!"

"Ohmigod... it was a massacre!" "He never stood a chance, Mary-Kate!" "So much blood..." "But you gotta admit, the bastard had it coming to him!" "He surely did" "And he won't be missed at all" "No doubting that, Ashley!"   "Yep, well, I've got agree with you there, Twins..."

"... it's too late" "Yes, before it's too late, Ashley."

"But surely if you're found guilty of Jar-Jar's brutal slaying it's parties and celebrity for you rather than prison?" "No, it's not that; Prof. Gangrene said he'd given up his evil ways... but if he's offering shelter to both Jar-Jar and little Annakin... well..." "Gee Willakers - we're in a foul, unspeakable den of evil wickedness! We've gotta get out of here quickly before..."

"No, Mary-Kate... it's too late now; look out the window!"

"Yes, Lord Vader... I have the ones you seek trapped within my Villa." "You have served me well, Gangrene... here are your tainted Dark Side Dollars."

"Find them, Stormtroopers... you may kill the Olsens, but bring the bagheaded one to me!"

"Right... ready? Looks all clear... let's go!"

"oh crap... ...right, enough of the gratuitous shots of your pert little butts, twins - I think we've regained the 'Men With Dolls' group's readership, so get your clothes back and and let's get the hell out of here before the Stormtroopers arrive!"

But barely have the unlikely threesome stepped outside of their room when...

"FREEZE! " " DON'T ANY OF YOU MOVE!" "erm... and this is what you call 'all clear', Baghead? Hell, I'd hate to see us surrounded by bloodthirsty stormtroopers - then we'd really be in the crapper!"

"I believe these are the dolls you're looking for, 'troopers" "What! We've been sold out by ruggedly sinister Ken! Why?"

"I'm afraid Gangrene is my master... my creator; without him I'd still be a poorly articulated effeminate lump of plastic... with him though I'm a gun totin', hell-raising anti-Mattel Rebel seeking revenge!

"Revenge, huh? Hmmm, of course... you mean you never saw Attack of the Clones?" "Heh, please - I might have hung out with Barbie for 40 years and never even got to first base, but credit me with some taste!" "Then you don't know that all these Stormtroopers guys are cloned from that guy who played Jango Fett... now who was he again?" "Oooo... oooo... I know that one, it was that New Zealander...hpmphhhhf" "Shut up, baghead you geek..." "No, not a New Zealander... an Austrailian wasn't he? An Aussie surf-bum... Bran? Bane? Brian... no... Blaine."

"Blaine? Mattel's sickeningly cute new toyboy... my hated arch-enemy... the fake-tanned girlfriend-stealing sonofabitch... Blaine!" ... then vengeance shall at last be mine"

"hey, calm down, cobber. No worries..." "DIE! DIE! DIE!" "Run!" "Quick... before the Stormstroopers start blasting away; no telling what their blaster fire will hit... but it's bloody doubtful if it'll be Ken! Hey, you know, perhaps they were cloned from a useless beach bum rather than a skilled Bounty Hunter!"