Picture it!

It is a gloomy day on Coruscant. There is a light rain falling on the metropolis. A mist clings the the buildings as thunder rumbles in the distance. The Imperial Palace looms against the dark horizon, its pyramidial shape illuminated sightly by the waning rays of the sun behind the encroaching clouds.

Life in the palace is inching by. A debate goes on in the Senate halls, while the Emperor himself fights off boredom as he listens to the crap the Senators are spewing. 'Why do I bother?' he says to himself. As another senator stands and drones, Palpatine imagines what he'll do when this ends.

Mybe I'll go see that new movie, he thinks. Maybe I'll go back to bed, he ponders. Maybe I'll ravage worlds with the fires of a thousand evils, he muses. "Ah screw it," he says, "I'll order a pizza, call Vader over, and we'll play a game of poker."

Six games later, Palpatine is out six million credits. The only thing he has left to wager is the Empire itself. Palpatine is mad. He has foreseen his victory many times, yet it doesn't seem to happen. So....he cheats.

In one game, palpatine wins six million creits and Vader has to take off his helmet for a minute (Sith Truth or Dare). He nearly esfixiates, and they share a good hearty laugh. But that's just what the government says happens. What really happens during a rainy day at the Imperial Palace? Well, let's just say what happens in the palace, stays in the palace.