OMG! 544 Reads!!!!!!!!!

Thank you all so much!!! It's an honour to know that this has been read by many people around the world and I hope it will reach even more people in the future!!

Thanks a lot!!

And as a thank you present, here is a short story: Safety Regulations

Emperor Palpatine sat in his egg throne thing. He loved this seat with its gungan leather lining and seat warmer. He loved how evil it made him look. He loved how he could rest his ancient backside. He loved how he could close his eyes for one small moment....

Bang. Bang. Bang.

His hot eyes flew open to the sound of a hammer. He looked around to see where the noise was coming from. His eyeballs located a shadow. His rusty frame got up form the oh so comfy throne and whipped around to see a huge yellow triangle being banged into place above the egg throne.

It said: WARNING: High Voltage

Suddenly his dull, wrinkle sack of a face gleamed with bright red with his beady blood thirsty eyes staring at the man sat on top of the egg banging away.

It was Bob the Builder.

Bob whistled away as his hammer clanged to the beat of his own theme tune.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?!?!" screamed the knaggy Emperor, looking at the builder.

Bob stopped whistling. He looked up. "I'm Bob the Builder."

"What are you doing?!" responded Palpatine.

"Hanging this up, by order of the Safety Committee." responded Bob, as he got back to banging.

"Who authorised you the Safety Committee?" snarled the Emperor, readying his force lightning.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn." Whistled the builder, starting up his theme tune once again.

"THAT SON OF A CHISS!" Screached Palpatine, blasting bolts of electricity around his evil throne room.

"Yeah...that doesn't work." whistled Bob, still clanging away, ignoring the lightning flying around him. "Thrawn is a Chiss."

"I don't give a Sith!" yelled the Emperor, getting a stitch. He turned to the closest Royal Guard in the room. "Hey, Crayola! Get your chilli ass right here and get down on your hands and knees!"

"Yes boss!!" Saluted the red guard racing over to his self proclaimed Royal Highness. He got down on his hands and knees and could feel the pressure as Palpatine dramatically lowered his back end onto his back.

"Much better....." murmured the ancient wrinkle sack. " Now where were we....Oh yes I remember." He turned towards Bob the Builder and launched his favourite weapon.

Flying out of the nearest window, Bob yelled for help.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Appearing out of no where, three huge red sirens surrounded Palpatine. "WARNING: HIGH VOLTAGE. PLEASE AVOID THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS." they blared.  

"Why do I even bother...." Sighed Palpatine.

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"Luke, I am your-"

"WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR FATHER." Blared three big fat red sirens.

Thanks for all of the reads guys!! When this book reaches 1K reads I will do another short! Leave suggestions in the comments section, if you want any ideas put into this book!