even more painful!!

Quite disturbing...

...to one's sanity this converstion is!

Jahled i thought you were already irrevocably insane!?!

Oh! Is that the general consensus?

Dunno, what does everyone else think?

Well, not even my mother made me wash the dishes

Lucky, my mum drew out a job rota for me, my brother and my three sisters....

Mask, you've only got yourself to blame all that washing up. You were the one who put up a five hundred mile advertising pole! Anyway, could you redouble your efforts! There's a Death Star turning up next week. I've also heard rumors Elvis is planning a rebel raid on our donut store houses on Danuta. The situation is beginning to look grave...

Sixteen Mc90b's dropped out of hyperspace around Jahled eatery, closely followed by a hollowed out SSD named the LuDonutsankya. Huge tendrils drooped from her belly and started slurping up the donuts from Jahleds stock piles. Within minutes all 5 million were gone. The 17 ships turned and made the run to hyperspace. Minutes later a donut fan staffed Death Star II dropped out of hyperspace, the short tempered crew eagerly awaiting their promised donuts. Jahled was in big doodoo....

Jahled heard a voice from the kitchen "Ah, Jahled, since you're broke now, I quit ! Btw, that Deathstar is turning its powersource on, wanna join me in my escape shuttle ?"

 

...... Jahled woke up standing in his kitchen. That dream again. He imediately remembered afterwards each time. Nobody was washing his dishes, the MASK still had one exam to go and his donut storehouse on Danuta just got their latest and biggest shipment.

Suddenly he flinched as an alarm shriked through his eatery, the status monitor showed 16 Mc90b's and what appeared to be a hollowed-out SSD by the name of LuDonutsankya just dropped out of hyperspace.

 

Staring at the display the only thing Jahled could say was 'Oh, oh ....'

...'Oh, oh!...All right, WHERE'S MY BLOODY DONUT MIX?'

 

A mixing spoon flies in rage across the kitchen, hitting one of the hapless Jawa chefs. 'AIY-SCEENY!' The Jawa retorts.

 

Then the first rebel patrons begin to arrive.

 

Jahled looks through the hatchway to the main dining area looking grubby and overworked. 'WHERE'S MASK?' He yells out to his startled Gran counter attendants. 'THE BLOODY DISHES ARE UP TO THE FORCE-DAMN CEILING!'

 

'Grunt grunt grunt,' one of them replies, and starts waving his fists in the air.

 

Dressed completely in black, a young man steps up to one of Jahled's cashiers. Removing his hood and calmly states: 'You will get me a triple cheese Jahled whopper with extra onions and double Carida carrots, do not underestimate my power!'

 

The attending Gran's eyes stalks flicker involuntarily. 'Grunt grunt grunt!' (A number 22, extra onions and carrots) He yells behind him.

 

'You serve your master well!' Luke exclaims, 'I believe I am entitled to a free Jahled donut?'

 

'Get on with it kid, and stop speaking like you did before Jabba, some of us are starving here!' Han Solo comments with a snigger from behind him.

 

'Netherless, Han, this Gran will do as I say, or I will reach over the counter and destroy him!' Luke turns calmly, his hands joined in some symbolic gesture of Jedi power; 'Anyway, how do you know what I said before Jabba, you were frozen in carbenite?'

 

'I told him! Now will you just give the Gran your credits, take your burger and donut, and get out the way!' Yells Leia.

 

'Hay! I had everything under control! What's the problem?' Han retorts.

 

Elsewhere two Ewoks jump in vein at Chewbacca who has, quite naturally, used his size to bully them for their donuts.

 

Jahled looks on in despair.