The celebration was roaring at the Death Star Disco.

“I have to hand it to you, Roland,” Captain Hiller said over celebratory cigars, “Your idiotic plan worked.”

“Well, there was one thing I wasn’t counting on,” Roland admitted.

“Oh, I’m sure Indy will be okay when he gets out of surgery,” Jerry Springer said. “Can you imagine the ratings I’m gonna get on this show?”

“But, it was just a publicity stunt.”

“It was the only way we could get onto the ship,” Princess Leia explained. “And I had to stop Luke from destroying the moon of Endor.”

“Thank God I came to my senses,” Luke admitted. “But, I have to admit. It’s still kind of cool being the Emperor. I propose a toast: to victory!”

“To victory!”

Borat said, “But, I am confused, Darth Supremie. Why we celebrate when the muties failed?”

“Because we’re good guys now.”

“We were bad?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but this is important,” Maverick said. “Does anybody around here know where we could go to oil up our bodies and play some volleyball?”