Obi-Wan Kenobi, or Ben Kenobi, as he was now known, was bored out of his mind. The last year on Tatooine was bad enough as it was with the searing heat and the lack of company. On top of that, that crazy moisture farmer Owen Lars had the nerve to ban him from seeing Luke! The boy was never going to become a Jedi if he wasn't trained!

So Obi-Wan sat at home, waiting for the days to pass by and for the suns to set. Occasionally he would go into town to get news of the Empire and get drunk at the bar, but it still was really boring. Most of his time was spent in meditation, and he was starting to see why Anakin hated it.

One day, he was sitting on his custom Alderaani sofa, beer in his hand, when he heard his door to the living room slam shut. He shot up with a start.

What was that? How did that happen? Am I more drunk than I feel? he thought.

He examined the door, and waved it off as the wind. Just as he was lying back down on his sofa, a pitcher of blue milk spilled all over his kitchen.

I must have not put it back properly, he thought, getting a little scared this time.

He cleaned up the blue milk, and was about to return to his sofa when the rug was pulled out from under his feet. He landed on his face in a manner unworthy of a Jedi Master.

That's it, I'm officially creeped out, he thought, getting up.

He took his lightsaber from his belt and ignited it.

"Whoever you are, come out now. I have a lightsaber and I'm not afraid to use it!" he called, turning around a full 360 degrees.

"As you wish," said an eerily familiar voice.

Before Obi-Wan could recall where he had heard it, an apparition appeared in front of his face. He screamed like a baby and swung at it wildly, his blade going through it and hitting his sofa instead. Then he realized it was his old master.

"Qui-Gon," he said panting, "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Qui-Gon was too busy rolling on the floor, laughing.

"It's not funny!" said Obi-Wan. He turned and saw his ruined sofa.

"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! I SAVED UP SIX MONTHS IN PENSION FUNDS TO BUY THAT THING!"

Qui-Gon simply laughed even harder, tears now coming out of his eyes.

()()()()()

Darth Vader opened his eyes after a small rest in his hyperbolic chamber. Right in front of his eyes stood Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Hey Ani," said his former master.

Vader flipped backwards out of his chair, screaming in a manner unworthy of a Sith Lord.

()()()()()

Today was the greatest day of Han Solo's life. He had asked Leia to marry him, and she had accepted! He sat back in his chair, Corellian whisky in his hand. Nothing could possibly get better.

"HAN," said a booming voice behind him, "I AM YOUR FUTURE FATHER-IN-LAW!"

Han stumbled out of his chair and saw a young man with long blond hair, blue eyes, and a scar on his right eye. He had a weird blue outline around him, so Han figured he was a ghost. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. He wasn't. The ghost stuck out his hand and Han shook it.

"I'm Anakin Skywalker, formerly known as Darth Vader," said the ghost, "Welcome to the family, son!"

Anakin hugged him.

I'm being hugged by a ghost who is my fiancée's dad, thought Han, That's not creepy at all.

Han's eyes rolled up into his head and he fainted.

"Oh dear," said Padmé Amidala, "Is he gonna be alright?"

"He'll be fine," said Anakin, "I froze him in carbonite once and he survived. This is nothing!"