Diva: Ooooo... Midi-chlorian-rich blood!! My favourite flavor! (Sucks Obi-Wan's blood until he's unconscious.)
Nathan: Wait, I thought that this hottie's blood has over 20,000 midi-chlorians?? (Holds up Anakin, who is attached to a blood-draining machine.)
Solomon: (Tosses Pirates of the Caribbean Script and grabs Star Wars saga from script out of nowhere) He's right, Diva.
Diva: (Looks at Obi-Wan and Anakin, and then Anakin and Obi-Wan) Decisions, decisions... I'll take'em both???
Amshell: Good enough for me. (Pops his heart back into place) Man, that hurts...
General Grievous: (Suddenly remembers that he has the blood of Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas in his artificial pulmonary system and flees via escape pod)
Diva: Oh yeah, two more hotties to add to the list! Let's go back home!
(Meanwhile, chaos ensues as the Chosen One is fully drained of blood, ending with Darth Sidious laughing evilly and hundreds of Jedi dying...)
