Smoothly, stealthily, with the discipline and wariness of a Sith Lord supremely trained to kick ass, Maul eased open one of the doors in his double-oven unit. Just wide enough to activate the sensor . . .
The soft-white bulb inside the oven gently illuminated the oven rack.
The wall behind the oven shook with a tremendous impact.
The just-risen top of his extraordinarily beautiful, four-layer chocolate soufflé collapsed like a black hole.
He heard its dying sigh, and inhaled its last breath of Scharffen Berger bittersweet chocolate, melted tenderly in a double-boiler, the foundation of a masterpiece now sinking instead of setting in its simmering water bath.
He thought, I can start over. Twenty-five steps isn't too many, two and a half hours isn't too long. Not for a Sith Lord.
He let the oven door slam shut like a Rancor's jaws.
Then he breathed, "Someone is going to die."
— Darth Maul, "Maul Makes Peace (and a Chocolate Soufflé)", Sith Academy
