Because Keith Wolcott is, like, super controlling.

(Laughter)

Sell me your children. Maitre d'!

Control.

Lord

Where is he?

The man controlled the country for fifty years.

An empire which I willingly participated in and witnessed firsthand.

Control of the city?

I mean, how much do we consume our memories?

You want to talk to the manager?

of...

Where's the general manager?

Over the past decade, male modelling has had a shadow cast over it by one man and five syllables,

In exchange, man would keep to the cities, and magical beings would own the forests.

He that would govern others, first should be master of himself.

Take water. Control minds.

No, but...I don't know...

I like to play

To control.

Not a word.

They're controlling it. What?

Excuse me, where's the manager?

Gonna own this city.

Contempt, control, excitement.

When it completely took over

Once those droids take control of the surface, they will take control of you.

But this is your hour to act, when the power of darkness rules.

A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries.

Of Lechero's cruel empire in my hand.

This is Kevin Haightly, resort manager.

The world is fucked up.

Our society is plagued today, just as in the '40s, with indifference.

(Laughter)

Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves.

It's controlled by the Hutts.

I was right. The Jedi are taking over.

Everything's under control.

Our top opposition

Our opposition to those on top

Our opposition against those on top

Against those on top

The sketch is out to every Interpol substation in Europe.

Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still

Stand by your man