When the time is right, your jimmies will be rustled.

Everything that has transpired has done so according to my design. Your friends, up there on the sanctuary moon, are walking into a trap, as is your Rebel fleet. It was *I* who allowed the Alliance to know the location of the shield generator. It is quite safe from your pitiful little band. An entire legion of my best troops awaits them. Oh, I'm afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.

hey shawty lemee holla at you real quick you know what i sayin, checkin you out over there you looking kinda good you know what i sayin how bout you an I go back to my place you know whati sayin, get confortable, sip on some of this henny you know what i sayin, and then after than we can do the grown up, let me clap on dem cheeks you hear me.

Johan.

Johan?!