Stage 1: Denial
No. Not a creeper. Not here. Not now.
No! Not my life-sized replica of Jabba’s palace, complete with custom Carbonite Han and Slave Leia.
Stage 2: Anger
Okay, then. It’s on! You come into my house and threaten to blow up my stuff? I’ve got a bow here with a dozen arrows, each lovingly inscribed with your name, Mr. Creeper.
Stage 3: Bargaining
Out of arrows? And you’re… You’re still coming. That’s… that’s okay. You can have me. Just… Just don’t do anything rash, okay? It’s me you want. That’s right, follow me… we’ll leave Jabba’s palace and find some place nice and quite for you to blow up and kill me… Just a little further…
Stage 4: Depression
And… there you go. Of course. You took out the rancor too. If I’d made a fat, shirtless rancor-keeper, he’d be crying. Oh, wait – he’d be blown up along with the rest of Jabba’s throne room. I’ll never be able to rebuild it just how it was. And even if I could, why bother? It’ll just bring more creepers. What’s the point? I’ll never build again!
Stage 5: Acceptance
Fine. Okay. You win, creepers. You win. This is your land. I’m the stranger here; I get that. And if I want to settle this place and reshape it in my own image, I have to make certain concessions. I must swallow my pride and compromise.
I’m switching to “peaceful” mode.
