"Begin re-treat! Tall snacks!"
The Rebel soldiers pulled out their 64 oz. bags of potato chips as they fled the killer ketchup crushing the ice cream in their path.
Luke Skywalker, on the other hand, was far from done with battering back the KFC Empire's assault. He fired a pepperoni from his slice of pizza, and it stuck to the underside of the TASTY-AT. Yanking on the cheese, it launched him upward. He yanked again and the cheese grapple ceased.
He grabbed a bottle of Coke, unscrewed the cap, and threw three-yes, three-Mentos inside, then quickly sealed the bottle. He threw it into the underbelly of the TASTY-AT, but not before the explosion knocked him backwards. The ice cream, already melting under the heat of the food battle, was soft enough to cushion his fall. He looked up, as the TASTY-AT began spewing cola and tumbling to the ground. The biscuits tumbled out of its top.
But the KFC Empire was undeterred. Withering salvos of cole slaw blasted fleeing Rebel employees, eliminating the need for costly severance packages for each of them.
"Prepare to target the main oven," General Manager Beers said. "Target: maximum flavor! And shoot that random Rebel employee while you're at it, just for fun."
The TASTY-AT blasted a Rebel employee from behind with cole slaw. The Rebel fell and gave out a fast food Rebel yell. "WHY? Cruel plate of destiny, why hast thou chosen me now? This...shall be my last...meal..." He reached into the sky, one last time, his hand brutalized by ketchup and cole slaw...
The TASTY-AT then fired again, and the meal generator blew up, sending flour everywhere. General Beers smiled. "Dr. Cones, it's time to ask yourself what you can eat! Now the KFC Empire has declared war on you, and the Last Lemonade will be mine to enjoy, for all eternity..."

Han Solo, Dairy Princess Leia-as she is officially called-C-3PO, Indiana Cones, and Marion Rockyroad race through the Eggo Base. Is that a new name, Eggo Base? If so, it's easily explained away. It's certainly not a continuity problem...See, the pronunciation differs depending on one's accent. Or if that's not good enough, the interdimensional phasing of the alien beings responsible for the Cookies of the Porcelain Bowl-which Dr. Cones will find...oh, about 28 years in the future-resulted in subtle shifts between the universes, so that Echo Base became Eggo Base. Does that help?
A blast of flavor from outside brought down the tightly packed ice cream ceiling, and Han instinctively shielded Leia from the danger. He pulled his comlink. "Transport, this is Solo. Better take off, I can't get to you. I'll get her out on the Chicken & Fries." He picked up Leia. "Come on!"
Indiana Cones watched as they ran by. "Where are they going? A little wall of ice cream collapsing never scared me off." He pulled his trusty Cool Whip off his belt.
"What are you doing?" Marion said.
"What do you think? I'm gonna eat my way out of here." Cool-Whip-SNAP! Dr. Cones sprayed Cool Whip and pulled an Adventure Spoon he got out of a Kellogg's cereal box recently. "Well, that was easy enough-nice cameo for me."
He grabbed another spoon and handed it to Marion. "Here. This is going to take awhile." He posed with the Cool Whip, facing the camera. "One other thing, folks, while I still have your attention. First, read Michelson's Recipes, Chapter 4-Great Desserts in the Desert. But after that, see Indiana Cones and the Cookies of the Porcelain Bowl, in theaters now. And don't buy into that stuff the critics say-it's a good film." He smiled. "Trust me."
Off-camera, someone whispered in Dr. Cones' ear. "What? They've never heard of me? Oh...right, they're from that other dimension. Well, you know the movie I mean--Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Yeah. That's pretty good, too." He looks at the director. "Okay, are we done? I've got to do some more personal training--Body By Cake's here and they charge by the hour!"