Cheese Burger looked at the Legendary Lightsaber in his hands and felt Depresso espresso.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his Burny surroundings. He had always hated Hot Mustafar with its little, lively Lava rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Depresso espresso.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Beese Churger. Beese was an incredible Beesechurger with Weak Legs and Strong Arms.
Cheese gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a controlling, gentle, Tea drinker with Big Legs and Small Arms. His friends saw him as a cooing, calm Cheeseburger. Once, he had even helped an unknown Beese Churger’s mum recover from a flying accident.
But not even a controlling person who had once helped an unknown Beese Churger’s mum recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Beese had in store today.
The Sun shone like Running Dogs, making Cheese Dead.
As Cheese stepped outside and Beese came closer, he could see the annoying glint in his eye.
“I am here because I want Beese Churger to be superior to Cheese Burger,” Beese bellowed, in a ruthless tone. He slammed his fist against Cheese’s chest, with the force of 7881 Ewoks. “I frigging hate you, Cheese Burger.”
Cheese looked back, even more Dead and still fingering the Legendary Lightsaber. “Beese, I am CHEESE BURGER,” he replied.
They looked at each other with Happy feelings, like two confused, colorful Cats Jumping at a very brutal The purge, which had J a z z music playing in the background and two wild uncles Dying to the beat.
Cheese regarded Beese’s Weak Legs and Strong Arms. He held out his hand. “Let’s not fight,” he whispered, gently.
“Hmph,” pondered Beese.
“Please?” begged Cheese with puppy dog eyes.
Beese looked Yeet, his body blushing like a grieving, gloopy Gun.
Then Beese came inside for a nice cup of Tea.
THE END