A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away….
The rebels got a million gifts from generous aunts, uncles, grandparents, and of course, their own rulers. This wouldn’t have been such a problem if the Empress had not been such a neat freak. As it was, she was frantically running about looking for places to stuff the new toys, games, and random trinkets no one has any need for. Many gifts from years’ past made their way into the great recycling bin in the sky.
As the Emperor and the rebels relaxed and ate candy, the Empress stuffed herself silly from stress and enjoyed not one bite because she was certain that she was getting too squishy. Later, she poured over the budget and worried that too much had been spent until she found that other planets spend ten times what she had on their own subjects and then she felt guilty for not spending enough. Of course, she really didn’t want to spend more, she just didn’t want the rebels to feel less loved than their neighbors.
Then the Empress finally sat down to do some origami and watch the rebels do a puppet show in their new theater. And she grew depressed because after the New Year, the Emperor would have to return to work. She desperately wished to be independently wealthy so that she and the Emperor could live a life of leisure; watching Coen brothers movies and sipping fruit smoothies spiked with mango rum and peach vodka all day.
War was coming, the Empress could feel it. All the discontentment would come to a boil soon…