It's 7:00 Chicago time. An hour earlier, I awoke to the sight of Darth Vader standing over my bed, preparing to cut me down with his light saber. Quickly, I reached under my pillow, grabbed my light saber and deflected the blow that would surely would have sliced me in half. Vader and I battled for forty five minutes in a vicious struggle to the death. Finally, I chopped off Vader's hand. The Sith Lord fled to his Imperial shuttle. I tried to chase him down, but his Stormtrooper bodyguards interfered. I took so much time killing the Stormtroopers that Vader was able to power his engines and fly away. Oh well, there's always a next time.....
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