"Hey, Luke!"
"Biggs? What are you doing here?"
"You nearly drowned, Luke. Han, Chewie, and Leia brought you here and strapped you in the cockpit. Hope you like a good sandwich ride. We'll hear all your stories when we get back, alright?"
"What? Wait! What about Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan stepped out from beneath the Checks' Wing. "You didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you? My contract isn't quite up."
"But what about fighting Vader? I'm sure there was some good dialogue we missed."
"Oh, don't worry--we'll just do a flashback. That way, it keeps things mysterious for now. Oh, and um...you better get going--that KFC Star is gonna be here in um...15 minutes or so."
"Well, what am I supposed to do? I wasn't briefed!"
"That's too bad. I assumed you were old enough that you could brief yourself. Still wearing diapers, are we?" Obi-Wan shook his head and walked away. "And this is the hope of the galaxy, mind you!"
"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something, old man?"
"Oh, uh...yeah. The Food will be with you. And one more thing--I recorded the briefing on my iPod--it's in the cockpit. If you lose it, I'll see to it that you never work in this town again--except voice acting."
"Yeah, whatever..."

The Checkers' Wing--as it is officially called--rocketed up into space, trailing fried crumbs in its wake. Luke plugged up the iPod to the MP3 slot. "...But the approach will not be easy. You are required to maneuver straight down this french fry and skim the biscuits to this point. The target area is only two liters down. A small hole in the soda machine right below the soft drinks. The hole is filet-shielded, so you'll have to use Pepsi and Mentos. Any questions? Then grab your chips, and may the Food be with you."

"All wings report in. And I do mean wings. All burgers report in later. Just joking, guys. Everybody report in."
"Bread 7, standing by."
"Bread 3, standing by."
"Bread 11, standing by."
"Bread 2, standing by."
"Bread 9, standing by."
"Bread 5, standing by."
"Lock aluminum foils in a snack position."
The foils folded back, exposing various burgers, wings, and chicken sandwiches. "We're passing through the family meals! Hold tight! Switch your deflectors on...double bun!"
"Look at the size of that biscuit!"
"Cut the chatter, Potato Wedge! Accelerate to a snack speed!"
"Bread Leader, this is Rold Gold Leader."
"I copy, Rold Gold Leader."
"We're heading for the soda machine now."
"We're in position. I'm gonna cut in line and draw their fire."

"Cutting in line?" Luke thought. "This is bad..."