How I’ll Propose
We hit up a nice restaurant. Someone in a Darth Vader costume, Trooper posse in tow, enter the place. They talk to the Maitre d’, he points me out. Vader and crew decent upon me and my lover, all intimidating and such. The Imperial March will be playing in my head.
Maybe in the dinning room if there’s a stereo system or a live musician, we’ll see.
Vader approaches me, I say a final hurried monologue to said lover, (You’re the light of my life, I love you, blah blah).
I solemnly stand and turn to Vader, as he draws his light-saber.
Like, jumping on tables and shit.
Finally, I release the final blow, felling the dark lord. I kneel down, reach into his breastplate, and tear out small black box.
I turn to fore-mentioned lover, and ask….
"Will you bust me outta Jabba’s palace later?" (Or ask for their hand in marriage. One of the two.)