Disclamer: I don't own Star Wars or any brand names mentioned in this story.
Obi-Wan yawned as he trudged to his quarters in the Jedi Temple. It had been a long and exhausting day, but that was to be expected while training a padawan as stubborn and annoying as Anakin Skywalker. Now was the time to relax, maybe watch a few holodramas while eating some delicious snacks.
He opened the door to his room and froze. Yoda was sitting on the counter, with a bag of party-sized Doritos in one hand and a 2-liter Pepsi in the other. His claws and robes were covered in yellow dust, and he had a brown soda mustache. He noticed Obi-Wan, but didn't seem to care. He continued to munch and chug without a care in the world.
"Ahem," Obi-Wan said.
Yoda shot him a glance.
"Supposed to see this, you were not," he said between mouthfuls, "Join me, would you like to?"
The Jedi Master let out a massive burp that lasted for five seconds. Obi-Wan threw up his hands in defeat.
"I don't want to know," he said, walking out the door.
He made his way to his favorite bar. He was going to need something waaayyy stronger than a Pepsi to cure his massive headache.