This looks disgusting, and yet I want to eat it now.  I will even ask any reader in France (where these are being sold) to pack one up in a cooler, throw in some dry ice, and ship it across the Atlantic for me to eat.

Oh, I’m well aware it will make me sick.  Chances are I’ll sith my pants.  My hope is they also throw in a Skywalker Shake.  If they don’t sell well then maybe they’ll burn through their stock with an R2D2 for one deal.

Nothing about this looks appetizing at all.  What the hell is on the Yoda burger?  Chunks of cheese?  Garlic?  Marshmallows?  Bantha meat?

And of course the Vader one is on a black bun.  I’m going to tag this article with “black buns” just to see what sort of freaks I draw to the site.  The Google search of “Star Wars” + “black buns” will be dominated by porn parodies and me.

Don’t look at me like that.  I see the Rancor in your eyes.  This burger is going right into the garbage chute flyboy!  I want to eat this but I don’t want to be the first one to eat it.  I want someone else to eat it and let me know how it is.  Who is the more foolish?  The fool, or the fool who follows him?  My colon is crying already, saying to me we seem to be made to suffer, its our lot in life.

Alright, I’ll stop now.  Let me know what other Star Wars jokes you can make work for this article in the comments section.  I look forward to them.