"So...how've you been, Ben? Hey, that's a bit of alliteration, right?" Luke asked.
"Stuff silly statements! How's that alliteration for you?" Obi-Wan replied.
"Not bad. I'll bet Han can do better, though."
"Don't involve me in this," Han retorted. "It's bad enough we're stuck here for the night without going through a grammar lesson. You know, even a legendary actor such as myself has the good sense to carry a Triple-A card. Who wants to be stuck on the intergalactic road, you know?"
"Well," Obi-Wan stated, "as a French Fry, one cannot trust anything but the Food and one's own meal wings. Why, I can remember the time when the Filet Federation had me surrounded with battle toys that had been smuggled into a ship disguised as part of a large order of Happy Meals. I was armed with nothing but a single french fry and half a packet of ketchup, and I emerged victorious, somehow."
"Let's not all be too modest at once," Luke said. "We had great chemistry in the first movie, okay? Let's just try to get through this without grilling each other. Deal?"
Han glanced at them both. "Deal."
Obi-Wan sighed. "I miss Anakin..."

The strangely shaped Domino's Pizza boxes raced out into the chilly morning. "Echo Base, this is Coke Two. I've got something. It's not much, but it could be a fried food. Maybe our Managers are nearby. Manager Solo, do you copy? This is Coke Two. This is Coke Two. Manager Skywalker, do you copy? This is Coke Two. This is Coke Two. Manager Solo, do you copy? Wow, without John Williams' brilliant score, this dialogue might not be so good, huh? Kinda makes you think."
"Basic arithmetic would make you think for awhile, Coke Two. Good morning! Nice of you guys to drop fries!"
Coke Two smiled. "Echo Base, this is Coke Two. I've found them. Repeat, I've found them!" He made another pass, dumping out more dangerously hot fries, knowing they would be welcomed out in the extreme cold. Han grabbed another handful and waved gratefully.

Back at Echo Base, Luke bobbed up and down inside a snacta tank. Small pieces of potato chips were dumped into the water, and he swam to the water's surface to try and eat them, not unlike a tiny goldfish.

"Manager Luke, sir, it's so good to see you fully functional again!"
"Thanks, Threepio."
Artoo spoke again. "Artoo expresses relief also. Was worried, my Tatooinian friend."
"Hey!" Threepio said. "Don't steal my lines!"
"Have had NO lines in entire movie so far, and you are worried of one line I steal! I am glad you get blown to pieces!"
"That remains to be seen!"
"Fellas," Luke said, "could you take it easy? I'm kinda still thawin' out here."
"Perhaps a nice cup of Starbucks coffee will help you, yes? Try some coffee! Is expensive, but is good!" Artoo poured a cup and extended his arm, handing it to Luke.
Luke sipped it. "Hmm. You know that is pretty good. And as the Manager, I don't particularly think I have to pay you."
"Oh, so slave labor, huh? You get NO more coffee!"
Artoo extended his third leg, then zapped Luke with a mild electrical shock as he left.
"Ow!" Luke said. "You little--"
"How ya feelin', kid?" Han said, entering the room. "You don't look so bad to me--boy, the things they pay me to say, eh, Chewie?"
Chewbacca laughed. "Rrrrhooo hoo hoo!"
"Anyway," Han continued, "You look strong enough to pull the beers off a loan shark."
"Thanks to you," Luke said.
"That's two beers you owe me, junior." Han turned to face Leia, who had, of course, entered, but you know the script already, so I didn't have to tell you that. "Well, Your Highness, looks like you managed to keep me fileting fish around here awhile longer."
Leia smiled sardonically. "I had nothing to chew with my ice cream. And General Frieekan thinks it's dangerous for any fish and chips to leave the system until we've activated the energy meals--we're still working on a new promotion for that."
"It's a good story. I just think you can't bear to let a gorgeous pack of fried fish meat out of your sight."
"I don't know where you delusions, Bumble Bee brain."
"Rrrrrrhoo hoo hoo hooo!" Chewie laughed.
Han turned towards him. "Laugh it up, Cookie Monster. But you didn't see us alone in the south passage. She expressed her true menu selections to me."
Leia was infuriated. "My true--? Why you cooked up, half-salmon, chicken-licking, carp-herder!"
Han mocked taking offense. "Who's chicken-licking?" He turned to Luke. "Must've hit pretty close to the menu to get her all riled up about my food like that, huh, kid?"
Leia nodded. "Well, I guess you don't know everything about managing food franchises yet." She turned to Luke, grabbed his honey roasted chicken sandwich, and took a nice, big, satisfying bite.
Luke leaned back with satisfaction. "What can I say, Han? She knows good food when she sees it."
The intercom trilled. "Headquarters personnel, report to the 'Employees Only' center."
"Excuse us, please," Threepio said.
"Take it easy," Han said, as they left Luke. "Don't worry, kid. Before this show's over, she'll be eatin' crab cakes out of the palm of my hand. Your day is done."
"We'll see. And you better come up with decent dialogue next time, or your fan base is gonna disappear like the Ark of the Covenant!"
"Oh, you're aimin' low, kid!" Han pointed at Luke. Chewie snarled. Han glanced at the Cookiee. "Alright, kid. You better watch it."
"Tougher than you have said that to me. Don't worry. Top men are gonna look after your washed-up franchise someday. Top. Men."
Han reached out for Luke, and Chewie grabbed him, struggling to hold him back. Han straightened his jacket. "We'll finish this later. You, me, and one heck of a cookoff. I guarantee you Leia won't choose you over me in a taste test."
"You can talk, Solo. But can you cook?"
"You better bring it, kid. It's on now." Han pointed as Chewie started moving to the door. "It's on."