Remember: everything Anakin Skywalker says is made up.

*Anakin’s hand starts to cramp up due to the heavy amount of writing he’s doing at the moment, so he sets the pen down and leans back in his leather chair when there’s a soft knock on the door.* “Come in” *He calls out with his gruff voice. His new assistant, you, walks in with a manila folder in hand* “Those reports done already?” *He asks, voice laced with a bit of shock. When you nods, a sly smile slowly spreads onto Anakin’s face.*