The Advisor Advises

I recently left my job of five years. The ladies in the office gave me a fitting gift - one that showed me how much they got to know me over that enjoyable 1/2 decade - a Darth Tater. As you can see from this scan of the box, he is a strange addition to the fine Mr. Potato Head line, complete with helmet, cape, black arms (with lightsaber), face plate and big red nose (?) As soon as I brought this home, Z wanted to play with it - of course he has 6 other, as they say in France, Monsieur Patates in his collection - and he new exactly how this newest version would work. I didn't hesitate to hand it over. After several minutes, he approaches me with the Darth Tater light saber (which happens to be permanently attached to the Darth Tater right arm) and hands me the television remote control (which happens to be the closest thing to a second light saber in the vicinity).
"I'm Darth Maul. You be Darth Vader."
I try to explain the continuity problem this poses for the Star Wars Universe - he interrupts. "OK. You be Qui-Gonn."
Well, we know how that ends - and no three year old with a Mr. Potato Head accessory is getting the best of me today.
So I say, "I'm Darth Vader. You're Darth Maul."
We duelled until bedtime.
There was no clear victor.