Slovva's eyes widened in shocked horror. "Pie? You mean, they are already serving dessert?" He picked up the pace, using Force speed to whiz through the corridors on a beeline for the lunchroom counter.
Unfortunately, because his Force wasn't totally digested yet, he got a cramp in his tail from the exertion. (Remember, one should always wait 20 minutes after eating before engaging in any Forceful exercise.) His tail, acting like a jammed rudder, careened his bulky mass directly into the serving line.
"Lo-ook o-out!" he cried, but it was too late. He slammed into the buffet and could only watch helplessly as the Swiss string-cheese pudding flew up in the air, mixing with the pickle juice taco meatballs, and creating a.... well, creating a mess really.
Veni, Vidi, Velcro. (I came, I saw, I stuck around)