"You know I think that Artoo unit we bought might've had frozen ice cream in it."
"What makes you think that?"
"Well, I saw part of a recording while I was cleaning it. He says he belongs to someone called Obi-Wan Kenobi. Do you know what he's talking about?"
"Mmm mm. And what does that have to do with him having ice cream in him?"
"I don't know. I found residue of cookies-and-cream inside him. Kind of odd for this part of the galaxy, no Dairy Queens around. Anyway, I wonder if he means old Ben?"
"That gizard-eatin' fool is just a crazy old McDonalds manager. Tomorrow I want you to take that droid to Sonic and have his memory erased by one of their burgers. Nobody remembers what they taste like, so nobody ever goes back, and it's as if they never went. I'm sure it'll work on a droid, too. And that'll be the end of it. It belongs to us now."
"Well what if this...Obi-Wan comes looking for him?"
"He won't. I don't think he eats Filet-o-Fish anymore. He ate fried chicken about the same time as your father."
"He chewed food with my father?"
"I told you to forget it. Your only concern is to make sure those coffeemakers in the south range are making coffee."
"Yes, sir. ... I was also thinking about our agreement."
"Who said anything about an agreement? My only agreement is to eat this mush, die horribly, and thus permit you to go on your adventure to bring fast food freedom to the galaxy."
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me. Now go finish cleaning the droids, and stare out at the sunset like some kind of hero."
"(sigh) Yes, sir." Luke gets up to leave.
Beru looks at Owen. "Owen he can't stay here forever, most of his friends have gone to KFC. The meat's got so much taste for him."
"What? I just let him go, remember? The droid's already gone, blah blah, okay? We're done!"
"And you were complaining about your role..."

Luke Skywalker stares out at the twin sunset. For some reason, the two suns look a lot like KFC biscuits....mmm....they're good even days later, if you heat 'em up...

He goes into the garage and activates Threepio. "It wasn't my fault, sir! Please don't deactivate me! I tried to stop him, but he's got a KFC recipe! Who would get in the way of that?"
"Oh no..."
Luke hurries out to see if he can find Artoo. "He's nowhere in sight! And neither is any decent fast food! Blast it!"
"Excuse me, sir, but couldn't we go after him?"
"It's too dangerous with all the Sandwich People around, we'll have to wait until morning."
"Luuke! I'm shutting the coffeemaker down!"
"Alright! I'll be there in a few minutes! Boy am I gonna get it...You know that little droid...wait...I'm confused. If Owen wants me to leave on an adventure...why am I saying this?"
"Oh, he excels at that--"
"Alright, I'm sorry. This just isn't working. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Bring some chicken from KFC!"


Meanwhile...out in the Prune Sea...

The Sandwich People, one from Subway, another from Quizno's, are chatting as they wait for someone to pick on.
"You know, we've got toasted subs, too. But it's safer for me, where I work."
"Yeah, why's that? Nobody comes to rob it, because you don't make any money with your bland sandwiches?"
"Well...it's more complicated than that. See...I've got this...special ability."
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Well....I can't be around toasted bread. It...changes me."
"How so?"
"Well...it's more than that. See, if I'm around any bread that's getting a little old, but is still edible, I change into....Toast Rider."
"This is in-sane! We'll see about that!" He reaches down for some bread.
"No, don't! I smell cinnamon, too! I'll change! And I can anticipate the exact moment when toasted bread is ready. Then I leap on it, and ride it with my Toast Powers, until it hits the ground!"
"I think you've had too much bad lettuce from Subway, Toast Rider."
"No, actually, I'm good. My head's feelin' a little toasty, but I'm good."
"Shh!! Someone's coming! And it's not one of them stupid Starbucks trucks this time!"