They sped along in the landspeeder until they saw a sign that said "Food-KFC Only, Of Course, Ha Ha" alongside the road. Then they stopped and got out to look at the scenery from afar.
Obi-Wan folded his arms in a bad imitation of Qui-Gon Jinn. "Mos Friesley Spaceport. You will never find more wretched dives of cafes and bakeries. We must be cautious what we eat."

A little while later, they were speeding through the Mos Friesley streets. As a swoop rider sped past a large beast of burden, the Jawa sitting atop it lost control of the beast and spilled his coffee. "Aaah! OOOH!! OOH TOO TOO YEE TOO TOO TOO YEE, THAT'S HOT!!"

KFC Team members waved on the vehicle in front of Luke and Obi-Wan, then ordered them to stop. "How long have you had these droids?" The KFC Team members asked. "And would you like to try our new Fish Snacker sandwich?"
"About three or four seasons," Luke said. "And no, no thanks."
"They're up for sale if you'd want them," Obi-Wan added, gesturing at the droids. "The blue one makes a fine cup of joe. Coffee might be a good lure for more customers. And I'll have a Fish Snacker," he finished, glaring at Luke.
"What?" Luke said. "What'd I do?"
Obi-Wan looks at the KFC Team members. "He asks me what he did. First, he buys CDs. CDs! No one buys CDs anymore!"
"I do," the KFC Team member said. "Anything else?" he added, with an irritated tone.
"I'll have a beer," Luke added.
"Let me see your identification."
The other KFC employee glanced over. "Hey! We don't sell beer!"
"You don't need to see his identification," Obi-Wan said, waving a drumstick.
"...We don't need to see his identification."
The other KFC guy rolled his eyes. "That's right, 'cause we don't sell beer! I'm going to have to call the manager on this one."
Obi-Wan lashed out with the drumstick, faster than the eye could see. Before they knew it, the KFC team members were eating sand instead of chicken done right. At an affordable price for...oh, you get the idea.
The speeder took off, heading away from the potential danger. Obi-Wan was incredulous. "Beer. You go to a KFC, and you ask...for beer. BEER! What kind of trash did Owen and Beru raise? How did they allow this underage drinking?"
"Sorry," Luke said, "we don't have those kind of laws on Tatooine! How was I to know they didn't sell beer? They sell great chicken. I figured it was a logical conclusion that they'd sell great beer, too."
"Well, the KFC Empire does have those laws, and they're cracking down on Tatooine as of late. Thanks to you, I didn't even get my Fish Snacker!"
The landspeeder came to stop. Luke gestured at a Starbucks employee. "Go on, go on! Get away from here with that coffee! It's dangerously hot! It'll mess up my paint job!"
The Starbucks employee carried the four cups away.
C-3PO watched the Jawa leave. "I can't abide those Starbucks employees! Disgusting creatures! Caffeinating the whole world, guh!"
Luke frowned. "I don't understand how we got by those KFC team members. I thought we'd be well-fed--with finger-lickin' chicken done right!"
"The Food," Obi-Wan said, "can have a strong influence on the meat-minded."
Luke nodded, not quite understanding. He looked at the Dive Cantina they were about to enter. "Do you really think we're going to find a pilot franchise here that'll take us to Dairy Queen?"
"Well, most of the best new franchises are to be found here-only watch your menu selections. Their steaks can be a little rough."
"Come along, Artoo," Threepio said.
Artoo-Detoo beeped.
"I'm not getting enough lines, either! Perhaps if we had ordered the food, we'd be enjoying some KFC biscuits instead of going to this dive to get a steak! Guh!"
The Mountain Dewback outside the cantina groaned at them. "Aaaaah! AAAAAAAH!! DO THE DEEEEEEEW!"
Threepio glanced at the creature. "Did he just...?"
The Mountain Dewback tossed them each a can of Mountain Dew from a nearby cooler. Artoo reached up an extending arm to catch his can.
"AAH!" Threepio shouted, as the can smacked him in the head and he fell to the sand. "Watch what you're doing, you...sugar-high freak of nature!"
Threepio picked up the Mountain Dew can and stood. "Now it's all shaken up!"
Artoo whistled and tootled.
"Well, I wasn't designed for catching cans! Just for catching heck!"
"Eeh eh! Gwooaow, ooo," Artoo replied. They entered the cantina.