Hello everyone. No, I haven't gotten my confidence or anything, even if I really do look like Lando, as some among you assert. I'm still not nearly as tall, I suppose. So it's sort of a...Lego Star Wars II moment--Yoda's size, with Lando's head. Sort of a...YoLando or something...

Anyway, on with the next part of Food Wars...


The Cookiee and two KFC team members advanced down the corridors of the KFC Star. The Cookiee growls at a mouse....and it scurries away in the opposite direction.
"Wait a second," Han said. "That was a mouse...not a mouse droid..."
"That's okay," Luke said. "I'm never eating at this place again. Besides, worst case scenario, maybe chocolate is lethal to mice, so we can just shove Chewie in its way--"
"RWWAAAAAAAAR!"
"Okay, maybe not..."
They continue down the hallway unnoticed, then board a turbolift, gesturing at the Cookiee to keep another teammate from entering with them.
"I can't see a thing in this hat."
"That's the idea," Han said. "You're supposed to focus on the cash register so you get the order right. Just another testimony to KFC's quality in customer service."

Obi-Wan sneaks through the hallways, dodging the notice of KFC's top notch employees.

Darth Vader turns around, sensing a disturbance in the Food. "Hmm. I hope this scene isn't too early...although, if it is, at least no one can tell me 'we already did that' like last time..."
He continued walking.

"This is not gonna work. These uniforms don't even really fit. Kind of like when I was Indiana Jones--oh, wait, that hasn't happened yet..."
"Why didn't you say so before?"
"Because it wasn't in the script. But off-screen, I did say so before."
The doors opened. The KFC Manager on duty turned to face them, as they drew their cole slaw rifles. The manager folds his arms behind him. "Where are taking this...thing?" He turned as a team member put a chicken wing in the oven. "And why are you baking this...wing?"
Luke replied. "Dessert transfer from Drive Thru 1138. And as for the guy baking the wing, well I can't speak for him, obviously."
"I wasn't notified. I'll have to clear it." The manager motioned for the other teammates to approach.
Chewie broke loose of his restraints and attacked one of the teammates. Luke and Han played their parts. "Look out, he's loose!"
"He's gonna clog our arteries with trans fats!"
"I'll get him!"
Cole slawtering their way through, each KFC customer maniac-as their team members are often called-received a healthy helping of the nasty amalgam of gut-wrenching cole slaw. Luke, Han, and Chewie blasted away, taking out the menu signs and cash registers before they could spew automated defenses.
Another team mate came out of the restroom, stuffing his shirt in his pants. "Look out!" Luke said, and blasted him dead on with cole slaw. His entire face caught the blast, and he fell head first down the stairs.
"We've got to find out which cell this princess of yours is in. Here it is-2187. You go and get her. I'll hold 'em here. And get some extra biscuits. I want to see if maybe we should include biscuits on my menu, and if I do, I want to taste the competition's stuff first."
Luke hurried down the hallway, as Han answered the alert. "Uh, everything's under control here, situation normal."
"What happened?"
"We uh, ran into a slight cole slaw maker malfunction. But uh, everything's fine now, we're fine, we're all fine here, now, thank you. How are you?"
"We're sending a KFC squad up."
"Uh, negative, negative. We have a large gravy leak, give us a few minutes to lock it down. Uh, large leak, very dangerous."
"Who is this? What's your Drive Thru number?"
Han blasted the microphone with cole slaw. "Boring conversation anyway. Luke, we're gonna have company!"
Luke was hurrying down the hallway, listening the iPod he'd borrowed. "NA-NA NA NA-NA NA NA NAA NA NA NA NA!" He hurried into the Princess' prison cell.
She looked at him. "Aren't you a little smart for a KFC member?"
"Huh? Oh, the uniform." He took the hat off. "I'm Luke Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you."
"You're who?"
"Don't act like you didn't hear me! Show some respect! I've got your Artoo unit, and I'm here with Ben Kenobi!"
"Ben Kenobi! Where is he?"
"Come on! Oh, and uh, do you know where they keep the biscuits?"
"I think they're all out. But if you wait 10 minutes-"
"No time! Come on!"

"He is here."
"Obi-Wan Kenobi? What makes you think so? And what makes people drink Coke?"
"I don't know-perhaps a desire for the more caustic taste, rather than the smoothness of a Pepsi. And to answer the first question, a tremor in the Food. The last time I smelled it was in the presence of my old master chef."
"Surely he must eat only bread by now."
"Don't underestimate the Food."
"The French Fries are extinct; their flavor has gone out of the universe. You, my friend, are all that's left of their fast food division." The communicator built into Tarkin's desk trilled. He pressed the button. "Yes?"
The speakers crackled, then a very loud voice was heard. "UH, YEAH! UM...I'D LIKE A...A BONELESS VARIETY BUCKET! AND UM, DO Y'ALL STILL HAVE THOSE UM, FAMILY MEALS, YOU KNOW, LIKE ON THAT COMMERCIAL, WITH LIKE, IT HAD UM, ALL THOSE DIFFERENT KINDS OF CHICKEN AND A SIDE OF COLE SLAW? YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT? AND UH...COULD I GET A BUCKET OF EXTRA TASTY CRISPY!"
"What? What is this rubbish? Who tied their drive thru communications into my private desk? How dare they?" The comlink trilled again. "Yes! What now?"
"Emergency alert in Drive Thru AA-23."
"The Princess? Put all drive thrus on alert!"
"Obi-Wan is here. The Food is with him."
"If you are right, he must not be allowed to eat steak!"
"Steak is not his plan. I must out-taste him alone."