8 years after ROTJ

No one was entirely certain how it started, but it lead to them all, Luke, Boba, Leia, and Han lying on the floor, staring at the stars through the transpara-steel ceiling, drunker than, well, no one's ever out drunk a Hutt, yet, trying to come up with the worst historical "facts" in galactic history, any galactic history.

So far respected Jedi master, sweet kind Jedi master, Jedi master who nary had an evil thought enter his precious head, Luke Skywalker was in the lead.

"Master Yoda," Luke stated with absolute certainly, "Master Yoda wasn't a Jedi at all. He was the pet of a long dead Jedi. Like one of those Correllian bird things that mimic what people say and live a long, a long time. After the Jedi dies his fellow Jedi took care of it, and then they died, and it just keeps happening until no Jedi remembers that 'Master' Yoda is really a, let's say, a Dagoban Wriggle-Ear," Leia started giggling again at this point, "that's just mimicking everything its ever heard," Luke finished with a serene smile.

"Bloody hell," Boba slurred and handed Luke the bottle, "that explains a lot."