There is no need to be upset.
I fell on black days.
Black hole sun, won't you come? And wash away the rain. Black hole sun, won't you come? Won't you come? Won't you come?
Call my name, through the cream and I'll hear you scream again.
Boiling heat, summer stench. Beneath the black the sky looks dead.
Hides the face. Lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
In my eyes, indispose. In disguise as no one knows.
I've made a Huge mistake.
2 weeks later...
RETURN OF THE JEDI FIRST DRAFT: CUT TO BOTHAN SPIES: MON BISMA: WHERE ARE WE ON THOSE CODES? IT'S BEEN 2 YEARS AND YOU HAVEN'T EMAILED THEM YET! BOTHAN DANNY: UH-HUH. I'LL MAIL THEM OFF THIS AFTERNOON. CUT TO: FULLY OPERATIONAL DEATH STAR WHICH HAS LAID WASTE TO THE ENTIRE SECTOR. MON BISMA ON HER DEATHBED: MON BISMA: DANNY!! FADE OUT END CREDITS
