I was on patrol riding a Bantha through miles of the sun-drenched desert searching for some sign of life, due to the fact I was a little lost.
WHERE DID THESE GUYS GO?
My supplies were running low when the Bantha died. Now on foot, I desperately sought refuge from the heat, and, most importantly, a source for water.
Suddenly, I came across a Jawa vendor in the middle of the desert.
CHECK OUT MY SALE RACK
"Thank the force I found you!" I cried. "Please help me. I'm in dire need of some water."
"Well," said the Jawa, "I don't have any water. But would you like to buy one of these fine ties."
"What am I going to do with a tie?" I asked.
"That's what I'm selling sir. If you don't like it, I can't help you."
I left the Jawa and walked on for many more miles, hoping each minute that he would find refuge from the scorching sun.
Suddenly I spotted a Jawa restaurant in the distance.
Unable to comprehend a restaurant located in the middle of the desert, I assumed the place was a mirage, but decided to check it out anyway. A
As I approached the door, I was amazed to see the place actually existed.
WHO WOULD OPEN A RESTAURANT OUT HERE
The Jawa doorman stopped me before I entered.
DANG IT! A BOUNCER!
"Excuse me sir," the Jawa said, "But you can't come in here without a tie!"