Veggietales Star Wars:It's gonna be Rey

by Ek01

In this long-awaited, thrilling conclusion to the parody of the most epic space-opera-fantasy-adventure ever, we will finally see who wins. At the crossroads of the battle, Finn finds himself longing for Rey’s touch once more, but he can't bring himself to tell her his feelings. That will clearly deter the confidence of Kabob Ren, who instead of marriage now wants to brutally kill

2. Guess who’s Back, back again

The planet was very dark, and it rained practically every day upon the surface. If one were to enter, one would see massive statuettes commemorating the one and only Emperor Pulpatine. Kabob Ren walked through these darkened, scary halls, hoping to find something, anything, when all of a sudden, he heard a voice call out from the distance.

"Come to me, Kabob REN..."

it said in a very familliar, gravelly, raspy voice.

"—Come forth, and I shall give you exactly what you need in order to obtain your goal, of having the entire Galaxy at your non-existent feet..."

A large machine turned around, revealing a very, very old orange who reeked of rotting juice and pulp. He was blind, but still very much alive, and speaking with a novelty voice modulator as well.

"Hi Pulps'!" Kabob exclaimed, and shook the non-existent hand of the ancient Sith. "You're alive?"

"Yeah, and I got a SWEET new voice modulator..." Pulpatine chuckled. "Watch this, I can even do your grandfather!"

Pulpatine fiddled with some of the wires, until he was slowly breathing in the manner of Darth Verdura.

"...you DON'T know the POWER of the Dark Side.."

"—BAHAHAH!!" Kabob exclaimed after hearing the very familliar voice and making milk snort out his nose. "THAT'S SPOT ON!!"

"Anyway," Pulpatine continued as Kabob wiped the milk from his nose. "Here's what I want you to do—find the girl, and BRING HER TO ME...I'll take care of her."

Kabob nodded and was about to leave to his ship, when he suddenly stopped.

"Hey, uh, Pulps?" Kabob asked.

Pulpatine was seated upon a massive throne, knitting a large, pink sweater that said in massive orange letters, "WORLD'S BEST G-PA".

"Yes?" He responded.

"My, uh, birthday's comin' up, I'm turning 34, and—" Kabob started.

"Oh, whoop-de-DAMN-doo!" Pulpatine exclaimed. "I, AM LIKE, 1,000 YEARS OLD! Birthdays are like TUESDAYS to me! Pssh—34 years, YOU'RE BARELY OUTTA THE DANG WOMB!!"

"I was kinda wondering if I could get to kill the girl for my birthday..."

"Yeah, sure, whatever—" Pulpatine said, looking at his knitting again. "Just kill her.."

"YIPPIEEEEE!!" Kabob exclaimed.

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Veggietales: Star Wars

The

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