De Alliance gots'ta die. Luke's eyes are full uh rage. Vada' watches him. Take yo' weapon. Strike me waaay down wid all yo' hatred, and yo' journey towards de dark side gots'ta be complete.
Luke kin resist no longer.
De lightsaba' flies into his hand. He ignites it in an instant and swin's at da damn Empuh'o'. De two blades spark at contact. Luke turns to fight his pops. Jedi gots'ta grown stronga' in de interim, and now de advantage shifts t'him.