Imagine being in the kitchen, in a screaming match with your spouse about buying extra sliced turkey, even though they already bought sliced turkey, but you didn’t notice it in the fridge.

Then Alec Guinness’ voice whispers in your ear. “Use divorce Luke. Let go.”

Put the stormtrooper next to the chair so you can pretend she didn’t get all your friends in the divorce

That’s a new kind of cuck chair, but its facing the wrong way.

Maybe an ex, though.