The second pane is golden. I can hear his voice, rife with his sparkling enjoyment of sardonic condescension. He knows that you’ll telekinese fruit at Padme and he’s very cross with you.
The second pane is golden. I can hear his voice, rife with his sparkling enjoyment of sardonic condescension. He knows that you’ll telekinese fruit at Padme and he’s very cross with you.
