[UPDATE]: Fixed.
This comic is clearly therapy for David Morgan-Mar. Because he so desperately needs Attack of the Clones to make sense, somehow.
Personally, when I get a moment of Lovecraftian existential horror at the meaninglessness of the universe that is exemplified by the prequel trilogy, I just imbibe tequila until I’m no longer in the Bad Place. It’s even good for me! As a friend of mine once said: “Sure, drinking kills brain cells – but only the weak ones!”