The Green Lord, Darth Nader, is alone in his chamber. A
        strange sound enters the room and a light begins to play
        across Nader's verdant figure. He looks up and bows quickly.
           A twelve-foot hologram of the Green Emperor materializes
        before Nader. The Emperor's dark suit and masochist's tie are
        reminiscent of the coiture worn by GM CEOs. His voice is even                                     
        rarer and more censored by vested media interests than Nader's.

NADER: What is thy bidding, my master?

EMPEROR: There is a great disturbance in the Fabric of Democracy.

NADER: I have felt it.

EMPEROR: We have a new enemy -- Big Business.

NADER: Yes, my master.

EMPEROR: It could exploit us.

NADER: It's just a fad. Government will no longer help it.

EMPEROR: The Corporate Lobby Groups are strong with it. The spawn of Capitalism must not
become All Powerful.

NADER: If it could be turned, it would become a powerful ally.

EMPEROR: Yes. Yes. It would be a great asset. Can it be done?

NADER: It will join us or die, my master.

           Nader kneels. The supreme Emperor passes a hand over the
        crouched Lord of the Greens and fades away.

...with genuflective apologies to George Lucas and his fellow scriptwriters/polishers