A long time ago, in an abandoned space ship far far away, Master Yoda was freebasing with Darth Vader. His light sabre was placed wrecklessly beside a stash of drug paraphernalia.

Yoda took a deep hit off of his crack pipe, “Jedi Grandmaster am I, Yess.. Hmmm…. When 900 years old you are, the best hallucinations come….. for the Master am I!!! Invincible am I…. Yes….”

Darth Vader took a long hit off the pipe, ” Why don’t you get a job Yoda? You destroyed the empire. Is this all there is?”

“Mmmm… Yes…. Destroyed it was. Crack yummy is….., and happy am I. hmmmm, yesss.. hmmmm No more in life there is mmmmm, yes? 900 years old am I….,” said Yoda.

“Look, Yoda! These crack parties you throw are very expensive. You are using my stormtroopers, my tie fighters, and my Death Star free of charge. So, if you mention extortion again, I’ll have your legs broken.”

Yoda grabbed for his light sabre and placed the clylindrical beam of energy inches from Vader’s neck.