20-min Fiction: Lego Darth Vader

At the writing group I attend we sometimes play a writing game where we each write a story in 20 minutes. I can't remember the details of how this one came about, but I had to write something about Lego Darth Vader. This is what happened.

Lego Darth Vader woke with a start. This was not his usual quarters on the Lego Death Star (only £399.99! Buy now!). Instead, he woke to yellow cotton sheets, a yellow duvet cover with lace trim, in a well-apportioned bedroom with TV, walk-in wardrobe with a variety of job-related outfits, a tall 6" mirror, and what appeared to be a modern kitchen that turned out, on inspection, to be a few cupboards with lights inside.
His trusty lightsaber was nowhere to be found, and he had no means of contacting any other Imperial forces. He stretched out a hand to the wardrobe and closed his eyes: when he opened them, his hands contained an air hostess outfit. Not entirely powerless then, he thought.
Darth stepped out of the strange house, onto thick pink grass. He had barely got his bearings when he noticed the most enormous beast he had ever seen, the size of a thousand Hutts, extending a limb towards him. Too quick to use any powers to avoid it. The situation was hopeless. Lego Darth Vader took a deep breath. There is no death, he thought. There is merely The Force.