Knight: Mwahahahaha! Now Luke can't accuse me of not paying attention to the story. And I'm really sorry for not continuing, but I got writer's block. Yep, it lasted for about a month or two. Sorry! But since you're here to read and not listen to me blab, on with the story!

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Chapter Three: Bickering and Breakfast

Somewhere else in the galaxy, two droids are bickering about whether The Lightning Thief was a good movie. The tall, gold one said, "I don't care what you say, Artoo! It was an epic!" The short blue one beeped. "What does it matter that Annabeth and Grover didn't look like you thought they would? They both played their parts well!"

He muttered under his breath, "Honestly. I would've traded you for the Empire about now. At least they think it is okay."

Darth Vader burst into the starship. "The Lightning Thief was horrible!" he roared. "They changed everything!"

R2 beeped. You said it, pal. Now I gotta go find a princess. And with that, he

rolled away.

A random stormtrooper (how about we call him Roy) said, "Uh, how about we follow him?"

"Nah," one of the stormtrooper (we'll call him Benny) said, "We gotta go find those plans. Plus, I just know there is a Starbucks on this ship."

"A Starbucks? Where?" Roy said like he was a little kid. Benny shrugged. "To your left."

Realize this, Roy loves his coffee. And he was about to become a coffee-consuming swirling vortex of destruction. And the owner, Eugene, as much a he loves customers, he was you know, just a little bit nervous. Just a teensy, itty-bitty bit.

"Uh… this isn't the coffee place you're looking for?" he offered hopefully. Let's just say his hope was somewhat false.

Meanwhile, Benny had actually been looking for the plans when he found the Frying Pan of DOOM in all its glory. He dashed over to it and said, "Ooh, it's sparkly!" He started frying some bacon and eggs in an escape pod, which conveniently had a stove. Then Roy found him and they started having a decent breakfast. That is, until and officer name Larry Blake said "What exactly are you doing in here?"

Roy answered with his mouth full. "Having breakfast," he said mildly.

Then the storm really hit.

"WE NEED TO FIND DOW PLANS! IF PRINCESS POTATO CHIPS FINDS OUT WHICH LEGOS, SUPARGLUE, AND BARBED WIRE TO MANIPULATE AND WHICH MARGARNINE TO EAT, WE ARE DOOMED!"

Benny nodded then swallowed. "Good to know," he said sincerely.

Then Larry tripped over something invisible and fell into the escape pod that the two were eating in!

And some annoying and obnoxious rebel named Barry shoved a red glowing button to see what would happen.

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Don't worry; we'll come back to the three stooges. You know, eventually.

So, R2 had been walking along when some guy in a Speedo yelled 'BOOO!' at him. The guy seemed disappointed when nothing happened and left. What the heck? Artoo thought. Must be a sleepover, he decided.

Just then, a girl with CINNAMON BUNS for BRAINS hissed really loudly, "Psst, ARTOO!"

Artoo beeped. I'm here.

"No duh," Princess Potato Chips said.

Meanwhile, you narrator is wondering show she learned to speak in droid. I personally have learned Italian in Science class, but do they offer droid as a language course at, like, universities in the Star Wars galaxy or something? To the computer!

Oh yeah, right. The story.

"Artoo, I need you to, like, keep the plans for the most destructive, life-changing weapon in the universe `cause I'm too lazy for the responsibility."

Whatever. Just gimme the plans.

"Okay here you go," she said, then struck a dramatic pose.

"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

She held up the act for about two seconds.

"Okay, listen Kenobi, go to Alderaan. And sorry to be cliché much, but, dude, you're my only hope."

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R2 found C-3PO and they had blasted off, going to a dust ball someone decided to name Tatooine. C-3PO was tearing out imaginary hair. "Why, oh why, do we have to go to a planet that sounds like it owns too much ink?"

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Meanwhile, in the three Musketeer's pod, Larry Blake was tearing out real hair.

"I don't know what to do! The manual never mentioned any scenarios like this!"

Roy patted his arm. "I know it's a lot to take in. But since you are stuck with us for a while-"

Benny passed an object to Roy, who proffered it to Commander Blake.

"Bacon?"