The Principal depressed a button on the intercom.
"What is it, Ms. Magdalene?"
"Sir, the cafeteria staff is complaining that there aren't enough loaves and fishes for this afternoon's lunch."
"I'll deal with it. Anything else?"
"Yes, that Vader boy has been sent in by the shop teacher for bullying again. Goosing the Ewoks with a light saber."
"Oh, Christ," the Principal sighed. "Send him in."
A tall, black-robed and helmeted figure entered and closed the door.
"What did I tell you the last time, Vader?"
"About the zero-tolerance policy on bullying?"
"Don't take that tone with Me, mister."
"Well, you leave me no choice." The Principal activated his communi-holoscreen. "Hi, Pop? Yeah, JC here. Listen. I got a hard case on my hands. Mercy's not working. You still doing that God-of-vengeance thing? Great, I'll warp him over." He closed the connection and turned back to Vader.
"OK, kid, if you thought I was a hard-ass..."