Vader's black Harley pulled off a Los Angeles Freeway and into a Chevron station. He pulled around a beat up convertible holding blond-haired teenager and pulled up to an empty pump, motioned for the engine to stop and the kickstand to come down. The blond kid was set to pull out but was staring in awe at the scene in front of him.
Dismounting, Vader approached the pump and commanded it, "Droid, refuel my transport immediately." The pump did not respond.
"Dude, you so rock!" the blond kid said, getting out of his car and running up to Vader. "That is so retro sci-fi man you got the part down. Are you on your way to an audition or something because you are so the part, man. Hey, my sister's been trying to break into the biz, man, maybe you can help her. She's really good..."
Vader turned to him, "Can you communicate with this droid in your language? I need fuel immediately, earthling."
"Hey man, no problem. Great voice man. That breathing thing. You are so the bomb. I understand man. Like my sister says, 'You gotta stay in character.'" The kid removed the Harley gas cap and placed the pump nozzle inside. "Um, Dude, you got any coin? Can't start the pump."
Vader waved his hand at the pump. Instantly the dials started spinning wildly and the gas started flowing through the nozzle.
"Whoa, that is so cool. Dude. Can you show me that trick?"
Just then a Mexican vendor walked up to Darth. He held upright a four foot pole with crossbars attached the length of it. From the crossbars numerous toys were hanging from evenly spaced hooks. Crowning the pole was a large Sombrero. Along the rim of the sombrero were festive red dingle balls tossing about in the breeze.
"Senor? Geeft for cheeldren? Yes?" The vendor smiled a broad grin, showing his missing and rotted teeth.
Vader said, "I will take the cultural item on the top, in order to more effectively disguise myself against the Jedi." He waved his leather-gloved hand across the vendor's face. "It is a privilege my lord, to give you this freely"
The Vendor reached up and handed Vader the Sombrero. "Is preevaleej to geev my lord freely."
The kid had finished refueling and replaced the cap and the nozzle. The dials on the pump were still spinning wildly. Vader carefully placed the sombrero and top of his head and cinched the cord to hold it firmly in place.
"Dude, you are sure out to attract attention, man. I sure hope you aren't going somewhere where they can't take a joke."
Vader mounted his Harley and pulled his gloves on more tightly, "I have urgent matters of the empire to attend to."
With that he roared out from between the vendor and the kid, exited the gas station and banked onto the freeway on-ramp heading east, dingle balls flying wildly in the breeze.
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