Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder

Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder

The Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder could easily be saying: “What is thy bidding, my master? Snickers? Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups?” [Image shared by Pirillo Picks Gift Guide]

In what may be the boldest PR stunt the Empire has ever pulled, the Emperor’s right-hand man, Darth Vader, has agreed to dole out candy to the masses of trick-or-treaters expected at the Nar Shaddaa getaway palace this Halloween.

What kind of candy can the tiny hordes of sticky-fingered rug rats of the Empire count on from a couple of creepy old Sith lords, and why would their parents even let them ring that doorbell? I suspect lots of dark chocolate will be provided, and the kids are required by Imperial mandate to show up unless they want their parents’ home worlds blasted into smithereens by the Death Star.

What can he say? The Emperor just loves kids that much.

Can You Throw It over Your Shoulder Like a Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder?

The Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder towers over the average house Jakrab at a proud 20 inches tall, beckoning forth with both arms that, if not burdened with a bowl of candy, give him the appearance of a shrugging vaudeville funny man letting the sophisticated Coruscant audience members know that he just doesn’t understand why they’re not laughing at the material that had them in stitches in the trenches of Hoth.

I just flew in from Kashyyyk and boy, are my arms tired!

Q: What’s the difference between a Krayt Dragon and a Tatooine mother?
A: Eventually, the Krayt Dragon lets go.

The medical droid gave a man six months to live. The man couldn’t pay his bill, so the medical droid gave him another six months.

What? You don’t know funny! Happy Halloween, Galaxy!

Get your own Darth Vader Candy Bowl Holder at Amazon and share in the wonder of Halloween — the Emperor insists! Or else.

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