Darth Vader Doesn't Know What the Heck This Thing Is
Darth Vader stared down at the revolting piece of fabric lying on his desk. It was pink, green, and brown, and had no recognizable purpose. It looked a bit like a disfigured Hutt. No one in their right minds would make anything so hideous… which explains the note. To Vader, for his birthday. From Palpatine. He couldn't throw it out. He posted a picture of it on an Imperial messaging board and asked people to guess what it was. Answers began to pour in.
A doily for shoe?
A yarn bookend?
A cloth engine?
A tauntaun's guts?
Vader threw it in a drawer, disgusted.
Several years later, it crawled out of the drawer and slowly hunted the ship in search of brains to eat. Finding none, it returned to its owner.
"AHHH!" Vader screeched. "DEMON YARN!"