"Yes?"
"We've picked up a fish & chips establishment whose markings match those of a fish & chips franchise that blasted its way out of Mos Friesley."
"They must be trying to return the stolen recipe to the Princess. She may yet be of some use to us. How? That, I don't know. But it is the will of the Food that she lives."

"Drive Thrus 1, 5, 7, and 9-release chicken."
The drive-thrus simulatenously sent out buckets of the fried chicken that now struck fear in the hearts of menus.
Vader stalked towards the Millennium Fish & Chips. A lower-level manager met him. "There was no one inside, sir. According to the menu, the crew abandoned fish & chips right after takeoff-no doubt for some delicious KFC Snackers. It must be a decoy-several of the bathrooms have been ejected."
"Did you find any droids?"
"No, sir. If there were any on board, they must also have been dejected. Perhaps inside the aforementioned bathrooms, they felt guilty about betraying KFC."
"First of all, what do you know about droids? Have you ever built one?"
"No. But-"
"Silence!" Vader held a hand up. "Let's just say I accept what you say, just tuuuurn around, and say, 'Oh, gee, the droids MUST have escaped, too, because there's no bathrooms aboard'! What kind of manager would I be? Hmm? HMM?!"
"I...I..."
"Silence! Get a cashier crew aboard." Vader held up a french fry. "And I want every part of this chip checked. I suppose they call these chips somewhere else. Hence the name 'fish and chips'. Hmm..."

The KFC teammates walk through the franchise, then come back to the entrance to meet each other. "There's no one here! Oh, wait, this isn't supposed to be the Special Edition! Can we do that again?"
"Uh, sure," the other teammate says.
They both turn around and head back inside. One of them gets lifted off his feet and falls straight back, as Han raises up the smuggling compartment. "Oof!"
"Wait, what the?" Han points his cocktail sauce blaster. "Oh, man...I missed my cue again."
"Hold it!" The other KFC teammate points his cole slaw rifle at Han. "Don't move!"
"You don't understand, I missed a cue!"
"And I missed my break today. We've all got problems to deal with. Get up here!"
"Sure." Han realizes there's only one way out of this. "Hey down there! Could you give us a hand with this?"
"You've ruined this scene, Solo! We were the ones who would foolishly come up to help you! But we're still inside!"
"Yeah. That is a tragedy."
B-DOW! B-DOW-B-DOW!

"TK-421, why aren't you at your register? TK-421, do you copy?"
A man in a KFC uniform comes out, tapping his headset.
"Take over, we've got a bad transmitter. I'll see what I can do. And if I get any KFC, I'll see what I can chew."
He opens the door, and sees a 7-foot Cookiee. Chocolate chips slam into him, knocking him across the room. Cole slaw from Han's newly acquired rifle gives the other KFC employee a decidedly bad taste in his mouth. The man falls to the ground.
Luke hurries in behind Han, and they close the door to the manager's office. "You know, between his chocolate odor and your cole slawtering everything in sight, it's a wonder the whole franchise doesn't know we're here!"
"Bring 'em on! I'd prefer a straight food fight to all this cole slaw leakin' around!"
"We've found a computer outlet."
"Plug in. You should be able to interpret the entire KFC menu. And everything being ordered by customers, if there are any. Sometimes a grand opening can be slow."
"Look," Luke said, "I honestly didn't rehearse this scene. Let's just spell it out. Obi-Wan, you go release the tractor beam so we can pay for our food and get out of the drive thru. Han, you and I will go to drive thru AA-23 and get the Princess. Oh, and Obi-Wan, you...kinda have to die at a certain point. There wasn't anything else for you to do in the story."
"What?" Obi-Wan said. "Well, at least I'll go out honorably, on film. Instead of in a novel like you."
"Who says I'm going out in a novel?"
"That Legacy comic says it. It takes place in the future. You're not in there anywhere, are you?"
"Well...no..."
"See? When you're a respected actor, you die on screen. When you're not, novel. The Food will be with you, always." Obi-Wan runs down the hallway.
Chewie rwaars.
"Boy you said it Chewie," Han said. "Where did you dig up that old fossil? And yeah, what about Chewie? He's a respected actor, and he dies in a novel."
"True," Luke said. "But I'm not gonna press the issue with Obi-Wan. The old fool might go on a strike or something, and then we'd all be fired if they have to cast someone new."
"They didn't fire us after the original Wedge quit. Or whatever happened to him."
"Good point. I'm surprised they didn't digitally replace that other guy, too. Well, maybe in the next re-release. Anyway, Ben is a great manager."
"Yeah, great at givin' us a side order of trouble."
"I didn't hear you offer any ideas!"
"Well anything's better than just skipping a bunch of good lines and runnin' off into the sunset!"
"Look, can I just put some handcuffs on Chewie so we can go?"
"Sure."
"Excuse me, uh...." Threepio looks at Luke.
"It's LUKE!"
"Oh, yes. Uh, Luke, what if we're discovered here?"
"Lock the door."
"And hope they don't have Snackers."
"That isn't very reassuring. Unless you enjoy Snackers."