If King Crimson and Queen Amidala had sex, but just out of boredom, with absolutely no intention of progeny -- more as an excuse to try out earnestly misquoted lines from Krull -- there certainly would be cause to wonder how the two had met. And as ego-shredding power-ccusations trail into whimpered harmonic confessions about each others’ living quarters -- and they rise to slink from the sandbox -- a rainbow of plastic shovels would be stuck to their butts.  Someone on the swing-set might say, “Mandible.”