Luke is ready. He is calm, waiting to release the built-up energy in his body and guide the missiles to the Death Star's "chink-in-the-armour". His ship gets closer and closer to the hole, and Luke shivers. Probably fear, he thought. I have to get rid of that, it'll mess with the Force. He focuses some more.
It's time. Luke closes his eyes and releases the Force. He nudges the missiles a little, but lets the Force do the rest. Luke smiles. The missiles went through, he could feel it. Now to get out. Luke pumps up the engine and zooms out of there!
Realization about what he did led to pride and excitement. He had done it! He blew up the Death Star!
Then everything went wrong.
Suddenly Luke's windshield was splattered with some sort of liquid resembling paint. Or possibly bird poop. One couldn't be sure. Either way, Luke was confused.
"What the –" he started to say, and then something, some sort of force (LOL, he thought) propelled him forward. Luke madly slammed on the buttons and pulled levers, all to throw the ship around and watch what was happening.
What was happening was very interesting, indeed.
The Death Star had exploded, but inside of it were not missiles and people, as they suspected.
"Red-5 to base, we seem to have an issue," Luke spoke into the ship radio.
"What's the problem, Red-5?" the radio crackled back, "Congrats on destroying the Death Star, by the way."
"No problem, but it seems to be that the Death Star was filled with something we weren't expecting."
"And what was that?"
Luke swallowed. "It was filled with ice cream."
Darth Vader has seen it. He sensed it. He felt it. The Death Star has exploded, taking all his ice cream with it. Darth Vader fumes behind his mask. The Rebel Alliance will pay for this. They were going to have to pay for the millions of gallons of milk, sugar, salt, flavouring, and ice that were put into making such a colossal amount of ice cream. And when the Rebel Alliance had no money . . . Darth Vader smiled. What a plan he has hatched up for the Rebels. They won't know what hit them. Darth Vader then went off in search of something sweet. He hadn't had a piece of candy since that time Qui-gon came and changed his life forever . . .