After getting defeated in combat by Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin found himself without a rib cage, intestines, or a set of lungs (oddly this had nothing to do with the fight with Obi-Wan Kenobi). Obi-Wan, being the nice Jedi that he is, helped up his best friend Anakin and took him to the Death Star Hospital (which was actually not created yet. Officially, that is). It wasn't until after Anakin got his life support suit on and his morphine/blood level was about .56 that the two friends started talking again.
"I'm sorry I lost your lungs, intestines, and rib cage."
"Well, that's the last time I ask someone to hold any part of my body. Inside or out!"
After an long awkward silence Obi-Wan decided to get something to eat.
"Would you like something, Anakin?"
"Can I eat with this mask on?"
"There are holes in the mouth piece. Just come with me. You have a life support suit. the doctor said that it can inexplicably block a light sabre attack even though a light sabre is supposed to be able to cut through any substance in the known universe."
Anakin got up and walked to the Death Star cafeteria.
"I know what I'm getting," Obi-Wan said with a certain degree of satisfaction.
Anakin tried to ask Obi-Wan what the hell a gyro but Obi-Wan was already in the process of ordering. How was Anakin supposed to know? He's never been here before.
Seeing a line forming behind him, Anakin went up to the counter where a one eyed hispanic man named Raul was patiently waiting for Anakin to order.
"Hi. What's in a gi-row?"
"A gyro? Sir?"
"Like the currency that will unify Europe in a distant future?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's in one of those?"
"Lamb."
"And?"
"Sour Cream."
"Just lamb and sour cream?"
"Tomatoes."
"I'll have one of those."
"5.95 please."
"Highway robbery is what it is." And with that Anakin took his Gyro and found Obi-Wan sitting at a table playing that retarded chess thing that you see in Star Trek - you know the one with three layers.
Anakin sat down and asked Obi-Wan what he got.
"Oh. A cheeseburger."
"Sounds good."
Anakin stared at his Gyro for a long time trying to figure out how to eat it. He stuck his finger through the breathing holes of his mask to see if he could shove food through it. He got the tip of his finger through one of the slots so he thought that he could tear off bits and pieces of his Gyro and push it through.
"I shall vanquish my hunger with this gift from the Mediterranian!"
The only thing that Anakin vanquished was his reputation as the cleanest eater this side of the Quasi-Nod 1706 galaxy. That and Obi-Wan Kenobi some years later.
Oh, and his son Luke. Well, his hand at least.
"I'm sorry I lost your lungs, intestines, and rib cage."
"Well, that's the last time I ask someone to hold any part of my body. Inside or out!"
After an long awkward silence Obi-Wan decided to get something to eat.
"Would you like something, Anakin?"
"Can I eat with this mask on?"
"There are holes in the mouth piece. Just come with me. You have a life support suit. the doctor said that it can inexplicably block a light sabre attack even though a light sabre is supposed to be able to cut through any substance in the known universe."
Anakin got up and walked to the Death Star cafeteria.
"I know what I'm getting," Obi-Wan said with a certain degree of satisfaction.
Anakin tried to ask Obi-Wan what the hell a gyro but Obi-Wan was already in the process of ordering. How was Anakin supposed to know? He's never been here before.
Seeing a line forming behind him, Anakin went up to the counter where a one eyed hispanic man named Raul was patiently waiting for Anakin to order.
"Hi. What's in a gi-row?"
"A gyro? Sir?"
"Like the currency that will unify Europe in a distant future?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's in one of those?"
"Lamb."
"And?"
"Sour Cream."
"Just lamb and sour cream?"
"Tomatoes."
"I'll have one of those."
"5.95 please."
"Highway robbery is what it is." And with that Anakin took his Gyro and found Obi-Wan sitting at a table playing that retarded chess thing that you see in Star Trek - you know the one with three layers.
Anakin sat down and asked Obi-Wan what he got.
"Oh. A cheeseburger."
"Sounds good."
Anakin stared at his Gyro for a long time trying to figure out how to eat it. He stuck his finger through the breathing holes of his mask to see if he could shove food through it. He got the tip of his finger through one of the slots so he thought that he could tear off bits and pieces of his Gyro and push it through.
"I shall vanquish my hunger with this gift from the Mediterranian!"
The only thing that Anakin vanquished was his reputation as the cleanest eater this side of the Quasi-Nod 1706 galaxy. That and Obi-Wan Kenobi some years later.
Oh, and his son Luke. Well, his hand at least.
