The Empire Strikes a Match

I was stood quietly, washing the dishes. And let me clear: I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. Certainly not about galaxies far, far away. 

Nope, instead, I was pondering whether the bubbles in the soap suds might actually be farts from the dishes I was washing. And I was counting how many survived the leap from the bowl to the drainer. 

Then out of nowhere, I though rattled through my mind:

“The Empire Strikes a Match”

I mean, what?

But it did get me wondering...

Lord Vader: “Who turned the LIGHTS OFF? I sense a failure in The Force.”

Admiral Piet: “Erm, don’t know how to tell you this, my Lord…”

Lord Vader: “Did you forget to pay the leccy bill again?

Admiral Piet: “I told Captain Needa to pay it.”

Lord Vader: “Send him TO ME…”

Or something. 

But where the hell did that thought come from? I have no idea. It just popped into my mind, uninvited. 

I put it down to a creative brain fart. 

Or, maybe, another Star Wars character was involved. ‘A Phantom Called Dennis’. Zooms around on his Sith Speeder, dropping off random thoughts into people’s minds. 

Aha! That’s what it was. I’m sure of it. I hope (sort of).