Darth Raider

The Dark Lord's famished. He's raiding the fridge.

"As usual Woodsy's eaten all the cream buns, I'd like to tear this fridge apart!"

He consults his dark side, Alexa.

"Alexa, I need some food. No. I am not your father!"

"Do you mind! I'm on the phone!"

"Deliveroo? sssss. Ah, good. I'd like Sith 'n' Chips, cut up into small chunks."

"What! no Sith!"

"I find your lack of Sith disturbing!"

"I'll have some darth chocolate then!"

Bang!

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