You people are going to think I'm crazy when I tell you this, but that's alright. I can handle it. You can't be the man Mace Windu is without being able to accept the disbelief of the uninformed and uneducated. So I will tell you this in spite of your disbelief, your lack of faith, your smirking cynicism, and your urge to mock me, which I'm sure you will have after I tell you this. That's how you people are. You may not be ready for this, but I'm going to tell you anyway.
I have a super power.
You read that right. Your eyes are not deceiving you. I have a super power. No, I can't fly. I can't climb walls or see through them. I don't have heat vision or metal claws that come out of my hand. I can't freeze things with my mind. I can't shrink to the size of a peanut (What the heck kind of super power is that, anyway? I mean, how does that help you fight evil super villians?). No, my super power is much more important than any of those.
You see, I have buns of steel. That's right, buns of steel. Try not to be intimidated.
I am telling you, I have the firmest, most steel-like buns a human being could have. Yes, sir! These bad boys are indestructible! There is no beating them! Sharp knives? Won't even make a scratch. Blaster fire? Bounces right off.
This power, coupled with the blinding shininess of my beautiful head, makes me unstoppable! That's right! There is no stopping Mace Windu, no sir!
But, with great power comes great responsiblity. The lessons of Spider-man are not lost on me. That's why I am determined to use the power of my buns of steel only for good, not evil. So you can just rest tight about that.
Not that it matters, but Yoda will be back to talk to you people tomorrow. I am sure he'll have something far less important to talk about.