the displaced; ic

THE DOCTOR:

I hate to ask for your assistance, but I went into the funhouse. On a dare.

Ya know what? I still can't say this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me. My only issue is that it's hard to properly make something to eat in this format. Someone provide a bit of help, please and thank you?

[An image of who's shown up in the Funhouse! Handwave that the voice modulator is functioning correctly during this post for Darth Vader voice, but future comments may note occasional problems like in a certain Rebels duel. Without his head enclosed his breathing is extra labored, like in the end of RotJ]

The past self that was here must have believed that he would assist people in this labyrinth of mirrors without risk to himself. He was incorrect. Now, I am here. The timing is most inconvenient.

I believe it is your policy to grant "sanctuary." If the associates of Skywalker remain here, they are permitted to approach me. Do not send in your soldiers. It would be pointless. I am unarmed.