DISCLAIMER: No. I don't own Animorphs. Or this insane Visser. (Thank God!)

Introduction... ***

(Star wars music playing. Visser Three humming.)

don don don dooooon! dooooooon! doo doo doo doooooo doo! doo doo doo doooo doo! doo doo dooo dooooo!

(A long...long time ago...in a galaxy far...far away-)

*Chapman opens door*

"Uh, Visser?"

*Visser Three wearing Darth Vader helmet with holes in top for eyestalks stands up, holding little Jabba the Hut and Luke Skywalker figurines. His tailblade reaches over and turns off surround system*

(What. THE HELL. Could you possibly want right now?!)

"We, uh, have destroyed the dome ship."

*Takes off helmet. Eyes shining* (REALLY?!)

"Y-yes."

(OH GOODY! Whoo hoo! VICTORY DANCE! GO MEEE! GO MEEE! WELL, AND THE EMPIRE! AND THE EMPIRE! BUT MOSTLY MEEE! Now leave...)

"But, uh...we...uh...uh...uh..."

*Visser sighs* (Bunch of incompetent retards always bothering me...WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!)

"We...we have the fighter of Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul, Visser."

(WHEEEE!) *Visser throws action figures away, rips of black cape and belt with 'lightsaber'*

*Dances out of room* (OW! BABY!) *Begins singing in thoughtspeak. (I FEEL GOOOD! DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO DOOO! I KNEW THAT I WOULD! DOO DOO DOOO DOO DOO DOOO! SO GOOD! UH! SO GOOD!...)*"kisses" Chapman* (OW!)

*Singing fades as he goes down hallway.*