May the force be with me!

I think you mean with me.

What? You hate Star Wars.

I was your age when this shit was in theaters.

This franchise raised me.

Trained me, taught me good from evil, made having a bad father empowering.

And when that third movie got all muppety, something in me began to rot, but make no mistake, child.

I own Star Wars. Not you.

Not that bubble throat pompadour fuck, not some Mickey Mouse shit machine, they didn't pay the price with their souls.

I did. I earned this. Not you.