Merida encounters Darth Vader

Merida: Somethin' in th' mirk moves…a figure darker than th' nicht, towerin' threatenin' a shadaw flowin', engulfin' loch a field ay ink…carryin' a glowin' sword as red as bluid an' a coopon forever hidden in a gargoyle’s heed an' it’s breath as braw as ice… an' I’m nae talkin' abit Mor du'.