VADER: (to all) We would be honored if you would join us...

(Lando and Han exchange words, and the door slides closed, sealing them in.)

ANAKIN: Man, you go through more gloves with that "deflect the laser" trick...

VADER: Yeah, but it looks cool. Helps maintain that bad-ass image.

A: True...

(Han and the others take their seats. Vader gestures to the platters of food laid out before them.)

VADER: (to all) Eat.

(They hesitate.)

VADER: (to all) EAT!!!!!!!

(Everyone, Boba Fett included, quickly begins to dine.)

A: Very subtle.

V: I'm not in the mood for subtle. I didn't spend all this time slaving over a hot stove just so they could sit there and *look* at the food. And why are they making those faces?

A: They've probably got indigestion, worrying about being tortured and killed.

V: Is *that* why they think I've been chasing them? Heavens, no! I just wanted to try out some new recipes on them....I'll have to straighten all that out with them later.

A: Well, then...maybe you're just a bad cook.

V: I'm a fantastic cook. I won the "Iron Chef Coruscant" competition, didn't I?

A: You won because you skewered the other chef with your lightsaber!

V: Hey, there was nothing in the rules against that....Did Solo just spit some of that Poached Tauntaun into his napkin?

A: Yup.

(Vader turns toward Han, and starts to pinch his fingers together in the "Force choke" gesture.)

A: Whoa! Take it easy there, buddy. Not everybody has your refined taste for food. Let him try some of the other dishes, first.

(Vader reluctantly eases.)

A: Maybe you just used too much paprika.

V: You can never use too much paprika.

A: But--

V: You can never. Use. Too. Much. P--

A: Okay, okay! Sheesh!

V: It's the wonder spice.

A: If you say so. Hey, look! The Wookiee's really scarfing up those pigs-in-blankets.

V: At least *one* of these Rebels has good taste...

(Boba Fett groans quietly, clutching his stomach.)

A: I don't think that Steamed Rancor Toe Jam is agreeing with our bounty hunter friend. I told you there'd be trouble with that dish.

V: But it's a delicacy! Somewhere.

(Fett groans again, then dashes from the room; moments later, they can hear retching sounds out in the hall.)

A: Another satisfied customer...

V: Shut up.

(Leia sets her spoon down.)

LEIA: (to Vader) This Dianoga Delight isn't bad, but...do you have any ketchup to go with it?

(Vader stares at her.)

A: Uh-oh.

V: Ketchup? She asks for ketchup?

(Vader crushes a goblet in his fist.)

A: Now, just calm d--

V: KETCHUP?!

(The window in the room suddenly shatters.)

VADER: (to Leia) You know, I thought we were just going to share a lovely meal and then go our separate ways. But you want ketchup? You can have all the ketchup you want--in the brig! GUARDS!!!!!

(Stormtroopers hurry in and drag the prisoners out of the room.)

A: Man, you really don't take constructive criticism well, do you...?

V: Don't bother me, now. I have to find a doggie bag...

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