... waiting to speak my puny 3 minutes to the County Council, I recorded the following conversation between two guys in dark robes as they walked to the chamber's backroom door:
Voice 1: What is thy bidding, my master?
Voice 2: Send the fleet to the north side of Woodinville. There it will stay until called for.
Voice 1: What of the reports of the rebels massing near Wellington Hills Park?
Voice 2: It is of no concern. Soon the rebellion will be crushed and those pesky people will be one of us. Your work here is finished, Lord Vader, go out to the bulldozers and await my orders.
Voice 1: Yes, my master.