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You're My WHAT?Luke: You killed my father!
Vader: I did?
Luke: Yes! Ben said--
Vader: Wait a minute. You are Luke Skywalker, right?
Vader: THE Luke Skywalker?
Vader: Then I didn't kill your father.
Luke: But Ben told me Darth Vader killed my father! You are Darth Vader, right?
Luke: THE Darth Vader?
Vader: Yes! Hear the raspy breathing noise? *makes raspy breathing noise*
Luke: Then you killed my father!
Vader: No, I am your father!
Luke: You killed yourself?
Vader: No, no. When he said I killed your father, he was being metaphorical. Old desert-dwelling former-Jedi hermits do that alot.
Vader: I said, when Obi-Wan said I killed your father, he--
Luke: *sneezes and falls into the chasm below* ACHOOOOOOOoooooooo!
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