Crazy Times on the Death Star

Hoping for an evening all to himself to unwind after a week of mind numbing training, Stormtrooper Bruce settles down for a bit of R&R knowing things are about to get crazy now that the holidays are here. Case in point.

 

Vader: Pardon my intrusion but now that the Emperor has announced the next Bake Off Contest I wanted to be the first to offer my services.

 

STB: Sorry, not following you. I’ve been baking for years, so I’m pretty sure I don’t need any help.

 

Vader: Oh but you do, and I want to help. You need an Official Taste Tester.

 

STB: Sorry, but that’s what my buds are for.

 

Vader: No, really. They just want to eat your cookies. And they would never hurt your feelings if something tasted bad. I, on the other hand, can be impartial.

 

STB: You really don’t know them very well. They don’t hesitate in the least to let me know when something sucks.

 

Vader: But I can be impartial.

 

STB: I’m sure you can but it’s cookies not rocket science. I’m afraid I have to turn down your generous offer.

 

Vader: So that’s a no?

 

STB: Sorry to disappoint.

 

Vader: I doubt that but since I’m here, may I assist you in wrapping some presents?

 

STB: Sorry, sir. All done. Just finished.

 

Vader: In that case, is that hot cocoa you’re drinking? I can’t remember the last time I had some. Do you have any more?

 

STB: Only made enough for one cup. And before you ask, there’s no more donuts either.

 

Vader: You know, at times I find your borderline insubordination refreshing. This is not one of those times.

 

STB: Sorry, sir. All that survival training made me resistant to all forms of adverse conditions and torture.

 

Vader: Indeed. However … I see two donuts on that plate.

 

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