The Donut Trilogy
Part Two: The Life of a Donut
A long time ago in a war room far, far away...
Han Solo felt strange. Strange as in losing almost all his 250 pounds. Han scowled at Luke. "Did you use some Jedi Weight Watcher trick on me?" The sorcerer just gave Han a smug smile. "Leia will find you very... delectable now," Luke snarled.
Han wondered why the kid reminded him of Darth Vader just then. But he had bigger problems. For one, "Hey! Where'd my pants go? And my chest hair! Kid!"
Luke picked Han up from the floor, and dropped him in the case of donuts, shutting the lid. Han was scared. He had eaten these donuts' friends. Would they be out to get him?
Han had a sudden paranoia of hit donuts. Namely chocolate sprinkled ones. "What's the big idea," Han yelled, "and why do I fit in the pink box?!" The other donuts gave no reply.
It was then that Han realized - he was a fluffy donut. But the kid had messed up. He wasn't just a donut. He was a donut hole!
Han was really scared now. The other donuts had gotten over their initial surprise at his appearance, and were converging on him.
"Nooooooooo!" Han yelled, for all his donut self! "Get off me, you donut Hutts!" The donut leader rumbled, "I am King Donut. You are no donut. You are less than a donut. My donut slave you shall be!"
King Donut gave Han a gauzy drape to put over himself, and made him boogie to the Macarena. Han felt a donut nibbling at him. "Hey, don't King Donuts slaves get any protection?"
"Noooooooooooooo," intonated the donut that was nibbling at him. "And I think you're one of the fluffiest, bounciest, most desirable scoundrel of a donut that I've ever nibbled on. Come, make donuts with me!" said the donut, leering towards Han.
He was about to let out a strangled princess scream when he heard HIS princess. "LEIA!!!!!"
Part Two: The Life of a Donut
A long time ago in a war room far, far away...
Han Solo felt strange. Strange as in losing almost all his 250 pounds. Han scowled at Luke. "Did you use some Jedi Weight Watcher trick on me?" The sorcerer just gave Han a smug smile. "Leia will find you very... delectable now," Luke snarled.
Han wondered why the kid reminded him of Darth Vader just then. But he had bigger problems. For one, "Hey! Where'd my pants go? And my chest hair! Kid!"
Luke picked Han up from the floor, and dropped him in the case of donuts, shutting the lid. Han was scared. He had eaten these donuts' friends. Would they be out to get him?
Han had a sudden paranoia of hit donuts. Namely chocolate sprinkled ones. "What's the big idea," Han yelled, "and why do I fit in the pink box?!" The other donuts gave no reply.
It was then that Han realized - he was a fluffy donut. But the kid had messed up. He wasn't just a donut. He was a donut hole!
Han was really scared now. The other donuts had gotten over their initial surprise at his appearance, and were converging on him.
"Nooooooooo!" Han yelled, for all his donut self! "Get off me, you donut Hutts!" The donut leader rumbled, "I am King Donut. You are no donut. You are less than a donut. My donut slave you shall be!"
King Donut gave Han a gauzy drape to put over himself, and made him boogie to the Macarena. Han felt a donut nibbling at him. "Hey, don't King Donuts slaves get any protection?"
"Noooooooooooooo," intonated the donut that was nibbling at him. "And I think you're one of the fluffiest, bounciest, most desirable scoundrel of a donut that I've ever nibbled on. Come, make donuts with me!" said the donut, leering towards Han.
He was about to let out a strangled princess scream when he heard HIS princess. "LEIA!!!!!"