Luke drifts off into a vision of his fast food future...

Standing above the Pit of Carkoon, the nesting place of the Pool of Pepto Bismol, Luke holds two steaming plates of food, and issues an ultimatum. "Jabba! This is your last chance! Wieners? Or fries?"
Jabba laughs. "Move him into position. Wait, wieners? You didn't say anything about wieners before! ... Hmm... I may have to think this over..."

"Luke? Hello? Father's history?"
"What?" Luke snapped out of his reverie. "I think...I was having a Food vision..."
"Really? What did you see?"
"I was offering Jabba either wieners or fries. I would've thought meatloaf should've been in there somewhere...it's kind of disappointing. They don't make quality fast food like that, do they?"
"Maybe at Piccadilly's."
"What?"
"What?"
"What?"
Obi-Wan stares at him. "Never mind...let's get on with it."
"What is it?"
"Your father's drumstick. This is the chicken of a French Fry Knight."
"But why would a French Fry Knight use drumsticks?"
"Chicken and fries has long been accepted as a great meal, Luke. You should get out more. Go ahead. Fry it."
Luke turns on the stove and puts the chicken drumstick in the frying pan. "Like this?"
"Yes...you have good form." Obi-Wan added some frozen french fries into the pan, to sweeten the meal. "For over a thousand generations, the French Fry Knights were the guardians of meat and chicken in the galaxy. Before the dark meat...before the KFC Empire."
Luke put the stove's flame on low and sat down. "How did my father eat fried chicken?"
Obi-Wan composed himself. He knew this moment would come... "A young French Fry named Darth Vader, who was a pupil of mine until he turned to chicken, helped the KFC Empire hunt down and destroy the French Fry Knights, replacing them with Chicken Done Right At An Affordable Price For The Common Man. ... He fileted and burgered your father. ... Now good French Fries are all but extinct. Except maybe Popeye's--they have good fries... Anyway, Vader was seduced by the dark meat of the Food."
"The Food?"
"The Food is what gives a French Fry his power--and taste. It's a menu created by burgers and chicken wings. It surrounds us, it tastes great to us, it binds the galaxy's franchises together."
Artoo starts beeping. Obi-Wan looks at the droid.
"Now, my little friend. Let's see if we can't figure out what you are. And which Starbucks you come from."
"I saw part of the message he was carrying--"
"I seem to have found it."
Artoo-Detoo began broadcasting the message that would change fast food franchises forever...