There are certain ways to tell a truly evil character in a story. They always wear black, often leather, and sometimes with spikes. And a cloak. They have snivelling henchmen. They have a fancy white cat with a diamond collar. They kick dogs. They have some physical deformity. They peer at people over their hands with fingers pressed together like a steeple. They have a scar running through one of their dark, arched eyebrows.
And they mangle the lyrics to songs.
Transcript
Luke: That guy seemed awful keen to stop the announcement.
R2-D2: We follow him.
GM: He's disappeared.
C-3PO: He's on the lam.
R2-D2: Yeah, he pulled the wool over our eyes.
Luke: We search for him. 19!
GM: You hear faint singing from an attic above the theatre.
[SFX]: strum strum
Scooter: {singing} When you wish upon a moon,
Makes no difference who you cloone,
Anything your heart desires will come to you...
R2-D2: That settles it. He's the Big Bad.
Sheep: {softly, to Scooter} Mission accomplished, boss.