The sequels were an abomination

Script writing meeting for ep IX must have gone like:

“Right folks, my name is Chris and we need a PLOT for Episode IX!
And I want NO DEATH STARS!!
OK, no fcking goddam Death Stars, SERIOUSLY!
Episode 4 – Death Star. Guess what? It gets BLOWN UP
Episode 5 – Death star gets rebuilt. Fuck that noise.
Episode 6 – Guess WHAT? Death Star get’s blown up!
Episode 7 – FML you’ll never guess what?”

“er, Death Star”
“That’s RIGHT Sarah – you’re on the ball!”
“AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENS!”

“It get’s blown up?”

“Damn straight Sarah, that motherfucker get’s blown the FUCK UP”

Chris stares round the room, visibly shaking with rage and continues:

“Episode 8 – no idea what the fuck that was but there was no Death Star! Luke dieded but so what?”

Chris takes a bite out of an apple and ruffles his polo neck with his fingers.

“So, what you got team?”

JJ shuffles papers nervously and crosses out STEATH DARR from pictures of planets being blowing up.

“Hi, er, I got an idea”
“Go for it JJ”
“Imagine instead of a Death Star…”
“I said NO DEATH STARS JJ!”
“I know, I know, but hear me out… what if we had like 1000 Star Destroyers EACH ARMED WITH A MUTHERFUCKING STEA… I mean DEATH STAR!!!!”
Chris pauses for a second
“Go on”
“Zombie palpatine”

…

“Aaaand space horses”