Since we're on to tall tales now, here's a classic story one of my friends likes to tell:
A band of rennies are driving home from the faire, when they get pulled over by a state trooper. The trooper walks over to the driver window, and asks for the license and registration.
Meanwhile, there's a guy on the back seat, dressed in a monk's robe. He leans forward, waves his hand in front of the trooper's face, and says:
"You do not need to see his license and registration."
The trooper's face turns blank, he straightens up, and in a deadpan voice, he says:
"I do not need to see your license and registration."
"We can go along our business," says the guy on the back seat with another wave of his hand.
"You can all go along our business," the trooper replies.
"Have a good day, and safe motoring."
"Have a good day," the trooper echoes, getting on his motorcycle. "Safe motoring."
As the state trooper speeds away, everyone in the car is dumbstruck. After a few minutes, they pull over at a local diner, get a table, and start discussing what just happened. Just as the guy with the monk robe started swearing that he totally didn't expect his joke to work, the diner's door opens... and the same state trooper walks in! The guys hastily hide behind their menus as the cop walks over to the counter and says to the waitress:
"You'll never believe what happened to me today. I pulled over a bunch of kids, and one of them tried to Jedi me."
"So what did you do?" asked the waitress.
"Well, what else? I went along with the joke."
As the trooper walks out with his coffee and donuts, the waitress comes over to the rennies' table (with them still hiding behind their menus), and with a wave of her hand says:
"Y'all can come out now."