Darth Vader walked into Emperor Palpatine's old office in Coruscant, holding a giant red velvet cake in his hands, with several white Stormtroopers behind him. Palpatine looked at the cake oddly, glancing up at Vader as he seemed confused.

"...Lord Vader, is there any reason for this cake?" Palpatine asked as he held his hands together.

"...Yes. There is, actually." Darth Vader remarked above his iconic breathing, placing the cake on Palpatine's desk. "This big cake... is for you, my master."

Palpatine noticed the various Stormtroopers looking at each other in confusion, with Palpatine turning to Darth Vader.

"...Now what the hell would I want a cake for?" Palpatine remarked as he rubbed his chin with his right hand. "In fact, I don't have much a use for this..."

Darth Vader rubbed the back of his head with his right hand. "You... don't like it? I spent much of my down time on it..."

"...I see." Palpatine remarked as he placed his finger into the cake, taking a lick as he nodded. "Hmm... this is a fucking good cake. Well done, Lord Vader."

Darth Vader nodded as he and the other stormtroopers left, with Palpatine enjoying his cake in peace.

"Tell me about the Emperor... why does he eat the cake?" A Stormtrooper asked Darth Vader as they walked away.

"Just shut up and let us end this fucking story." Darth Vader growled as he was getting tired of having to be reminded of how pathetic he was feeling about this situation, with the Baneposting continuing on in spite of his urgency to avoid overusing it.