R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser is Your Dutiful Dinner Droid

R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser is Your Dutiful Dinner Droid

Like his Galaxy-roaming big brother, the R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser is always prepared to save the day — if your day happens to include a meal that would suffer from a lack of ample soy sauce supplies. [Image shared by Pirillo Picks]

The Galaxy is graced with myriads of delicacies to suit every palate under the suns. And moons. And oceans. And artificial life support systems of every variety. But in my travels thus far, I have yet to find a place where the savory, salty solution of soy sauce is shunned. It can brighten breakfasts, liven lunches, spruce up suppers, and deck out dinners.

Pretty much a ubiquitous staple in pantries from Nar Shaddaa to Corellia to Yavin 4 and beyond, soy sauce can be served straight from the bottle, but a host who considers every detail of a special dinner party would be well-advised to keep it in a container that doubles as a conversation piece and triples as a genuine work of tiny art. This is where the R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser comes in.

R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser Knows What You Need and How to Give It to You

R2-D2 is a droid who’s been called a lot of things before, but “saucy” is the adjective most appropriate under these circumstances. He’s somehow outspoken in spite of not communicating with what most organic species would call words, exactly, but the points he makes are generally crystal clear. He carries a hidden arsenal of gadgets, doodads, and other incidentals beneath his unassuming shell that have proven useful for just about any situation imaginable. Inside the belly of this R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser lurks the murky but delicious elixir that proudly tops some of the worlds’ (yes, that apostrophe is in the right place — we’re talking about Star Wars, after all, so don’t get all Terra-centric on us, Earthlings) finest cuisines.

Don’t let your supper suffer for a soy sauce supply shortage! Get your own R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser today!

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