The searing heat
Three Word Story
cooked the steak
to perfection. "Ketchup!"
"Bantha needs Ketchup!!"
exclaimed Jek Porkins.
"Me want KETCHUP!!!",
"Sorry, only Cat-sup..."
A bemused chef
sharpened his knife
on the skull
of a bantha
. "He didn't like
Or possibly loved
the Bounty Hunter
" muttered the Chef.
"But he loved
you Jek Porkins."
"Here--hold this,"
The gleaming knife
looked strangely familiar
. It had cut
the cheese earlier,
loudly and odiferously.
"This looks strangely
familiar..." he mused.