"NO!" It was short (thus avoiding any copyright drama with the Skywalkers), but heartfelt. Priestly clutched her tighter to his chest, then looked up at the statue which had loomed so far unnoticed over them the whole time. "Great-grandfather Percival Pie Priestly, why? Why did you start this terrible feud? Why couldn't you let old Luther Lance have the dry cleaning business?! Dinah! Dinah!"