The Millennium Chicken & Fries soared through space like a hungry man to a meal, Chicken Pot PIE fighters in hot pursuit. CAUTION: Chicken Pot PIEs may be hot.
"I saw 'em, I saw 'em!" Han said.
"Saw what?" Leia asked.
"The Indiana Cones movies. They're selling them individually now. That's pretty neat. But more urgently, Five-Star Destroyers, two of them, comin' right at us! Looks like that merger with Taco Bell worked out after all!"
"Taco Bell? Can we stop by the drive-thru? I want some of their hot sauce to go with this fish!"
"Are you kidding? What's wrong with my hot sauce?"
"It's just...it's hot, honey, but not hot enough. Taco Bell's is like a three-alarm fire, and yours is more of a two."
"Oh, that's just cute!" Han pitched the Millennium Chicken & Fries into a barrel roll--or more likely, a dinner roll. "Check the deflector meals!"
Chewbacca struggled past Threepio's falling form to flip over the fish. "RWAAAA!"
"Great! Well, we can still out-cook them! Is that a word, out-cook? Probably not."
"Only if you hyphenate it. Excuse me." Leia stepped to the drive-thru window, as the Five-Star Destroyer loomed close enough to see the KFC Imperial drive-thru.
Han looked at her. "What the shell are you DOING?"
"Put on your breath masks, gents. I'm taking this order to go!" Leia slipped her breath mask on. "If I get this right, my hand won't even be in vacuum at all!"
"And if not?"
"Well, let's just say we'd like to avoid any Imperial entanglements!"
"Wait-don't do that." Han brought the Chicken & Fries to a stop. Everyone lurched forward, and the Chicken Pot PIEs soared past, with no doubt bewildered Chicken Pot PIElots inside them. Mild taco sauce sprayed the viewport heavily, and the frayed franchise shuddered at the impact. Han just sat there, staring at Leia.
"What did I do?"
"You recycled a line. You don't do that, okay?"
"Well, what about 'I have a bad feeling about this'? That's in every movie."
"That's an exception."
"How about 'I love you', 'I know'?"
Han sighed. "That's another exception! Look...just...alright. Fine. You won't get another complaint out of me. And...technically, I did just recycle a line, too, with the 'what the shell are you doing' thing, so...never mind. You want your hot sauce, go get it." He activated the fries again and the Millennium Chicken & Fries raced past the Taco Bell drive-thru window.
At the last second, Leia opened the drive-thru window just as Taco Bell opened theirs, reached a hand in, scooped up several packets of Taco Bell hot sauce with her right hand, and smacked the Taco Bell employee hard with her left hand.
He stumbled back. "Take evasive snack-tion!!!" The Five-Star Destroyers broke hard to starboard and barely avoided colliding with each other.
Leia brought her hand back in and slammed the drive-thru window shut. Han was gaping at her, while trying desperately to evade the Chicken Pot PIEs looping around for another run.
"What?" Leia said.
Han shrugged and focused his full attention on the viewport. "Nothing. Just...that was a pretty classy move. I mean, I never would've figured anyone could pull a stunt like that and come back with the hot sauce, much less slap a guy."
"Thank you." Leia shook her hand, which was dripping with sauce. "I didn't manage to get my hand back in time to save all of the sauce, though. I'll clean it up."
"Glad you're taking the initiative to keep a clean work station. That'll look good on your resume."
"Who says I want to work anywhere else, flyboy?"
Han grinned.
Leia nodded at the tiny toaster oven full of bread. "They're getting toasted."
"Oh yeah? Watch this." Han adjusted the oven setting to 'hypertaste', and the oven flared, then went out with a hiss.
"Watch what?"
Threepio gestured at the oven. "Sir, I noticed earlier that the hypertaste generator has been damaged! It's impossible to go to friedspeed!"
"We're in trouble," Han said. "And you can go home without pay for that, Threepio. When a malfunction happens, it places serious liabilities on this company! You HAVE to report it IMMEDIATELY!"
"I would have, sir! But then you would have said 'shut him up or shut him down'! I couldn't dare bear such an insulting reply!"
"Oh yeah? Well, bear it all the way home, Goldenrod."
"You can't send me home! I was promised a full episode's work!"
Han stood and grabbed Threepio. "We're in trouble. Come on! You too, Chewie! I got an idea!"

Han bent over the various wires and parts of the Chicken & Fries' innards, shouting at Chewie, and being the heartthrob of women everywhere, etc. "Horizontal food racks! Peruvian sandwiches?"
"RRWOO!"
"No! That's not it! Bring me the hydrogenated cottonseed!"
Chewbacca brought over the box of the mysterious ingredient and handed it to Han. Han took it and went back down into the hole to work on the hypertaste generator. "I don't know how we're going to cook our way out of this one."
The fish & chips establishment rocked with another blast of taco sauce, then shook from a much harder hit. Cooking utensils fell into the pit and hit Han on the head. "OW! Chewie!" He came up to look around, grabbing onto the various pipes sticking out, as another hit was barely absorbed by the deflector meals. "That was no taco sauce! Something hit us!"
Leia's voice came over the comm channel. "Han, get up here! We can't have this cash register unmanned!!"
"Come on, Chewie!"