Bob and the mysterious lady entered the dark tavern. Bob sat down for a pint but soon noticed he was being watched by a shadowy figure in the corner, smoking his pipe with muddy boots on the table, he called to the
inn keeper.
"Who is that masked man?" he inquired.
"He is one of those
Men in black," Butterbur replied. "What his right name is I've never heard, but around here we call him the Dread Pirate Roberts..."
Later that night Bob slipped on a bannana peel and ended up in that corner.
"I'd like to talk with you about something that concerns me and my friends," Roberts frowned.
"What?" stammered Bob, wondering where his lady friend had gone.
"Iocaine powder..."
Just then Luke Skywalker burst in and asked to check Roberts to see if he had seven fingers and twenty fingernails. When it turned out that he did, Luke burst out with.
"I AM LUKE SKYWALKER! YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!"
"But Luke," stammered Roberts. "It is I! Your father,
Aragorn."
Then the mysterious female flung herself onto Wesley's lap...