The facts were right in front of them. The droids had testified, and Yoda and several other Jedi had confirmed it. The siblings had no choice but to believe it.
It was all too sudden, though. Even after Luke accepted the truth, he had no idea what expression to make or what to say.
An awkward silence settled over them. Only the droids talking with their owners and the crackle of firewood beneath the night sky could be heard.
Then an alarm broke the silence.
"Oh, looks like it's time for my workout again." Colonel Sanders took an alarm clock from the pocket of his white suit and switched it off. Then he snapped his fingers. A group of burly men mysteriously rose from the sand, wearing beach shorts, with grains of red sand stuck to the sweat gleaming on their bodies.
Rip!
Sanders didn't care what anyone thought. A healthy body was the foundation of good fried chicken. He tore off his clothes on the spot, pulled out a bow tie, and fastened it around his neck. Familiar music with no apparent source began playing again.
I Love You, Mom.
"Oh, not again."
Su Ming rubbed his face and sighed helplessly. He found a group of burly men stripping a little greasy, but this was the Colonel's advertisement. Everyone deserved the freedom to dance.
"Ooh~~ yeah~~~" Harley looked delighted, her eyes wide. "Another free show! This is great! Red and I used to have to pay to watch hot dancers."
Aphra, with her slightly unhinged streak, was probably the only one who could handle this sudden turn. Everyone else, droids included, froze the moment Colonel Sanders began dancing beneath the psychedelic lights.
When had they ever seen an old man with this much swagger? His muscles gleamed, and his