Title: Another Star Wars Talkshow 2: Episode II
Rating: R for language, and that's about it. The innuendo probably only
goes up to PG-13.
Summary: Well, Blade's at it again, this time with full Episode II
knowledge powering the talkshow. So ask as many questions as your little
heart desires, from all five episodes! Actually, if you don't ask, I can't
write, so. I need questions! I'd like to take this space to apologize for
any future character bashing or wrong answer I might give. I'm only human,
after all. Granted, I've been a Star Wars fanatic since the age of 8, so I
should know everything. but I don't!
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi (Episode II), Luke Skywalker, Jango Fett, Boba
Fett, Anakin Skywalker (Episode II), Darth Vader, Chewbacca, Han Solo,
Padme Amidala (Episode II), Princess Leia Oragana Solo, C3PO, R2-D2, Yoda,
Mace Windu (takes a moment to catch her breath), Zam Wessle, Jabba the
Hutt, Senator Palpatine/The Emperor Palpatine (Episode II/IV-VI), Count
Dooku/Darth Tyrannus and Qui-Gon Jinn
Crossover Characters: Satine (Moulin Rouge) - She hitched a ride from the
last talk show. actually, Obi-Wan stowed her away in a crate. Darned Jedi.
Voldemort (Harry Potter) - He sort of appeared. again.
Sauron (Lord of the Rings) - Well, I took him with us. Sauron rules!
Plus, he promised to make me a ring of power if I let him sit next to
Palpatine.
Blade: Welcome back to Tal'Celebare, Tower of the Silver Sunlight, aka My Talkshow Tower! Tonight we've got another Star Wars talkshow for you. Let me first apologize for not continuing the first one, but I thought an entirely new fic was more appropriate. besides, the down time earlier this month really messed things up. Anyway, no intros are needed. I think. Let me explain the rules to all you initiates in the ways of my Talkshows. You may ask as many questions per review as you want, but they must be R-rated or below in the language department, and PG-13-rated or below in everything else. No NC-17 stuff here.
Anakin: So. that slash fanfic was an idle threat!
Blade: Yes. until you tick me off.
Anakin: (gulp)
Blade: All right, before we begin we have some unfinished business from the last talkshow to attend to. Bring out the Duke! (turns around and notices Anakin and Padme) Oy! Stop trying to eat each other! (whacks Anakin on the head)
Anakin: Ow! What was that for!
Blade: (points to a 'No Smooching on my Talkshow' sign)
Anakin: .(sulks)
Dooku: Hah!
Anakin: (glowers)
Blade: Anyway, as I was saying. last Talkshow I promised I'd kill The Duke (Moulin Rouge).
The Duke: O.o; (gulp)
Satine: Die, bastard! (kicks him)
Everyone: .O.o
Blade: Right. ok then.
Obi-Wan: (picks The Duke's chair up and chucks him off the stage to a pack of rabid iguanas named Bob)
Blade: Hey! That wasn't the way he was supposed to die!
Obi-Wan: So?
Blade: .(smacks forehead)
Jabba: (eats The Duke's remains)
Everyone: Eeeew!
Blade: .O.o This is getting weird. So. on with- no wait, last time I used that phrase, I regretted it. Bring on the reviewers!
Blade: Welcome back to Tal'Celebare, Tower of the Silver Sunlight, aka My Talkshow Tower! Tonight we've got another Star Wars talkshow for you. Let me first apologize for not continuing the first one, but I thought an entirely new fic was more appropriate. besides, the down time earlier this month really messed things up. Anyway, no intros are needed. I think. Let me explain the rules to all you initiates in the ways of my Talkshows. You may ask as many questions per review as you want, but they must be R-rated or below in the language department, and PG-13-rated or below in everything else. No NC-17 stuff here.
Anakin: So. that slash fanfic was an idle threat!
Blade: Yes. until you tick me off.
Anakin: (gulp)
Blade: All right, before we begin we have some unfinished business from the last talkshow to attend to. Bring out the Duke! (turns around and notices Anakin and Padme) Oy! Stop trying to eat each other! (whacks Anakin on the head)
Anakin: Ow! What was that for!
Blade: (points to a 'No Smooching on my Talkshow' sign)
Anakin: .(sulks)
Dooku: Hah!
Anakin: (glowers)
Blade: Anyway, as I was saying. last Talkshow I promised I'd kill The Duke (Moulin Rouge).
The Duke: O.o; (gulp)
Satine: Die, bastard! (kicks him)
Everyone: .O.o
Blade: Right. ok then.
Obi-Wan: (picks The Duke's chair up and chucks him off the stage to a pack of rabid iguanas named Bob)
Blade: Hey! That wasn't the way he was supposed to die!
Obi-Wan: So?
Blade: .(smacks forehead)
Jabba: (eats The Duke's remains)
Everyone: Eeeew!
Blade: .O.o This is getting weird. So. on with- no wait, last time I used that phrase, I regretted it. Bring on the reviewers!