Cleanin' House

It is never easy to fire an employee, it is even harder to fire an apprentice. Count Dooku (aka Darth Tyrannus) and I have kind of run our course. I mean I love the guy to death, but he is a little on the old side to be a Sith apprentice. When we first got together it was magic. We would stay up all night casting spells, talking about the nature of evil, killing weak minions for kicks. Now, I can barely stand being around him. He is always bitching that his hip is sore, or that the Separatist Medicaid plan sucks. I mean really, am I supposed to be his emotional soundboard, absorbing all his problems just to make him feel better. What about my feelings? No one ever says to me, "Don't worry Siddy, I'll bring you Yoda's head on a pike, and then we'll have pie.". I would love to have someone to drop all my problems on, but alas no. Plus, Dooku has that "old man smell".

The truth of the matter is, I've never gotten over the loss of Darth Maul. Count Dooku is just my "rebound" apprentice