[Luke manages to pull a stale ration bar out of one of his many pockets, and begins breaking it into bits for the tauntauns, who are now excitedly warbling and stamping their feet. Luke looks less than impressed.]

What-? No, no. Actually, they're reptilian, according to 3PO. [Like Sans knows who that is. Luke keeps going.] We use them as mounts; they're native to Hoth.

[Luke hands out the last of his ration bars.] No, that's it, I'm out. [Tauntauns are not, actually, intelligent enough to take verbal cues. Luke sighs deeply.]