"Hurry rebels! If we disperse the enemy won't be able to get as many of us at one time!" the captain ordered.

The runty green rebels then scattered about the pink surface, trying to escape the evil authority of Darth S. Yes, that was what they called him, Darth "S." No one knew his real identity.

From his large ship came a massive pronged weapon, used to impale the poor rebels.

They had no weapons, no form of self defense. They were all at the mercy of this relentless villain.

One rebel made a run for it, darting off the pink platform. He escaped, but as he was falling to his death he was captured by the mouth of a ferocious beast! He would then be slowly digested for thousands of years in his gruesome belly!

More and more the rebels were being impaled every second! It was a massacre! The pronged weapon was going psycho! It was jabbing and stabbing all over this rebel alliance!!!

"Samuel! That is enough! Stop playing with your food and eat those peas!"

"Yes mother..." he sighed as he put the fork down....