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I'll have a lite sabre churro, a wookie wafer

  • I'll have a lite sabre churro, a wookie wafer and two Princess Stickybuns
  • . The pimply-faced teenager behind the counter stared at me through thick lenses. "Are you 12 or under?" he asked sarcastically. "Star Wars kids meals are for only for, uh, kids."
  • I breathed heavily through my black helmet & thought about drawing my lightsaber. The insolence of youth! I noted his nametag: Luke. Coincidence?
  • I wondered about the son I had never met and if it could be him. The young man walked closer and swung his lightsaber, giving me no choice but to draw mine out to defend.
  • Activating the weapon, I was disappointed to discover that it was bent. This paled, however, in comparison to realizing that I was not in fact wielding a lightsaber. The young man
  • can be so stupid, or so Yoda always told me. What I was wielding was a flash light. However, the idiocy confused the Sith Lord which allowed me just enough time to use the force
  • to pull the oriental rug he was standing on. The Sith Lord, arms wind-milling, fell backwards into the convenient exhaust port. "Cool," I said and switched off my flash light.
  • This was the nest folding story line yet for today. The Sith Lord's family wept and threatend to kill me for finishing this line - and laughing out loud. The brown bombers arrived.
  • They were a family of pelicans who nested in the Sith Lord's chimney and left offerings of processed food on his car. Finally, the Sith Lord had had enough, and
  • decided it was time to begin a dietary regiment. He texted his friend Malcolm, who happened to be a full-fledged American shaman, with a specialty in body transformations.

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