Luke Skywalker's hair becomes increasingly matted and stringy as it soaks up the sweat from his forehead. Words, not unlike "I want to put my sex on you," are absorbed into the microphone as he simultaneously grinds his crotch into the hapless female audience member who, for reasons unknown, has willingly agreed to join Luke on stage. A thin, leopard-skin banana hammock is all that prevents the song's lyrics from becoming a harsh reality. Not to be outdone by the center stage madness, Princess Leia gyrates around behind Mr. Skywalker, flapping the wings on her giant butterfly vagina, while Darth Vader bangs out bass riffs on his guitar in time with Luke's singing and Obi Wan's furious keyboard work.
Only by combining one part Star Wars, one part 80's big hair band and one part bad porno can awesomeness such as this be achieved. Did I mention the joint was running an open bar while all this was going down? Yeah, going out in New York isn't going to suck.