Dooku smiled triumphantly as he stood over the fallen Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker. Now all he had to do was to finish them off. Just as he was about to raise his lightsaber, he heard grunting coming from behind him. He turned and saw Master Yoda walking slowly towards him, using his stick to assist him. Dooku smirked. This bag of skin and bones could barely move, let alone fight him in a duel!
"Master Yoda, what a pleasant surprise," Dooku said in his dignified manner, "I see that you're a little worse for the wear."
"Old I am," said Yoda, "But fight you still, I can, my former padawan."
Dooku's smirk grew even wider. It would only take a few strokes to finish off his ex-master forever. He reignited his lightsaber.
"Your move, Master Yoda."
Yoda summoned a can from inside his cloak. He popped it open and drank all of it in a few giant gulps.
Was that an energy drink? thought a very confused Dooku.
Yoda began to shake with nervous energy due to the caffeine and sugar.
"Give you wings, Red Bull does," said the small master, before igniting his own lightsaber and jumping off the walls like a pinball on steroids.
Bantha dung, thought Dooku, I'm dead.
In the middle of his sugar rush, Yoda turned to the Count. Dooku could take no more. He dropped his lightsaber and ran to his ship, screaming like a little girl.
