*tarkin hummed, sitting in his office. He let out a sigh, groaning and stretching.* "hmm..mmn.."

Silly little man just a silly mechanical man sooo silly

*Peter Cushing smiled, sitting in his living room and painting. He was painting the landscape outside - he than looked outside to the ocean, the waves crashing down on the black jagged rocks* "hmm hmm.." *he hummed, sipping his tea and smiling*