I inhabit the Late James Earl Jones’s Vader with my kids in the following recurring scenarios:

When I believe one of them is telling me porkies, I point my fat finger at them and say : “You are part of the rebel alliance!

When my boy is resisting my attempts to reconcile after a fight I say : “Join me, and together, we can rule the galaxy as father and son! Come with me. It is the only way.”

Referring to the a reaction that they can expect from their mother when they are about to do something unwise: “The emperor is not as forgiving as I am.”

When I call to say I am on my way home: “Alert my star destroyer to prepare for my arrival.”