"It's hopeless, massuh," panted Elvis. "Th' clone troops have us surroun'ed on all sides, ayuh." The time-displaced Tennessean risked a glance out of the window at the troops. It seemed to him that there were more troops than could easily be handled. They could not defend themselves on all sides simultaneously. He turned to his Master and asked, "Say, uh, is there anythin' you could do to...?"

Jedi Jesus smiled a knowing smile and waved his hand. The water in Elvis' blood turned to wine.

"Oh, now that's what I'm talkin' about," muttered Elvis with renewed vigour. "Bring it!"