[A Trump Destroyer is sailing through the vast darkness of space and releases drone droids from its belly. These drones were just recently approved by the Senate Judiciary Committee by means of finding the rebel base and gathering information].
[One of these drones heads towards the desolate ice planet Hoth and crashes into the snow].
[The drone quietly flies out from the smoke and snow and floats across the frozen tundra, searching for any signs of life].
[Meanwhile, Ted Cruz rides on his tauntaun through the frozen landscape, and his trusted steed stops in its track, looking at the small debris that crashed. He grabs his binoculars and examines the crash site].
Ted: Bush 41 to Bush 43. Marco, ol pal, do you copy?
Marco Rubio: Loud and clear, Ted. What's up?
Ted: I just finished my rounds for the 60th time. And, like the past 60 times, I haven't detected any life forms.
Marco: Well, that's quite shocking news. I did all I had to do and I'm gonna head back to the base before the precincts close. You should hurry too.
Ted: Yeah, yeah, I'll be there in a bit, don't want to miss those precincts. I saw a bit of an explosion close by, I'm gonna check it out.
Marco: I'm sure it's nothing, just probably another North Korean missile flop.
Ted: Whatever it is, I'm gonna check it out. Won't take long.
[Ted puts away his comlink and his steed becomes uneasy].
Ted: Wow, wow, easy there, girl. What's the matter? Pelosi propose more anti-gun legislation?
[Suddenly, a giant, white wampa emerges in front of him].
Ted: Holy crap, Dick Cheney!
[The wampa smacks Ted unconscious and grabs the tauntaun, and then it begins to drag the corpse and Ted back to its lair].