Disclaimer: I don't own SW, I'm just playing. I won't do too much damage to any characters.
\r\n\r\nAuthor's Note: Thanks to young_padfoot, who gave me the Silver idea. HG, thank your sugar highs.
\r\n\r\n \r\nSilver Anybody?
\r\n\r\n \r\nBant, Reeft, Garen, and Obi-Wan were hanging out in Bant's quarters. Bant's Master had to attend a meeting, but she had let the four apprentices meet there. It was very rare that they were all at the Temple at the same time, so they wanted to spend time together before they were sent off on more missions.
\r\nBant had offered them all Silver, which she explained was the Calamarian equivalent of soda. Obi was less than eager to try it, but Reeft and Garen had decided they wanted Obi to have some and see what happened to him before they tried it.
\r\n\r\n \r\nBant: Come on Obi! Just try it!
\r\n\r\nGaren: It is soooooooo awesome!
\r\n\r\nReeft: Just drink it Obi! One sip. Just one.
\r\n\r\nObi: If I go home drunk, my Master will kill me!
\r\n\r\nBant: It won't make you drunk. It's the Calamarian version of soda!
\r\n\r\nObi: Bant, soda makes you bounce off the ceiling, so-
\r\n\r\nReeft: (interrupting) Literally.
\r\n\r\nObi: SO, What is Silver going to do to me?
\r\n\r\nBant: Bouncing off the wall isn't that bad. Really.
\r\n\r\nGaren: Come on! Obi, stop being a coward!
\r\n\r\nObi: Coward? I don't see you drinking it.
\r\n\r\nReeft: Yeah, you cowards!
\r\n\r\nObi and Garen: Shut up. You aren't drinking it either.
\r\n\r\nReeft: Fine. (Picks up can.) Peee-yeeww. This stinks! (Takes a very small drink.)
\r\n\r\nObi: He's not bouncing yet.
\r\n\r\nGaren: Or laughing.
\r\n\r\n(Reeft is just staring at the wall.)
\r\n\r\nReeft: Wall. Must watch wall.
\r\n\r\nBant: Reeft! Snap out of it! I know you're faking it.
\r\n\r\nReeft: (Snaps his fingers.) Snap. Snap. Snap. Must...snap...out...of...it.
\r\n\r\nObi: Is he OK?
\r\n\r\nReeft: (Snaps out of it. Literally.) Who? Huh? Did I miss something?
\r\n\r\nBant: I told you he was faking it. Maybe you should listen to me for once.
\r\n\r\nReeft: This stuff is good!
\r\n\r\nObi and Garen: Are you sure?
\r\n\r\nReeft: (Takes a big gulp.) It's great!
\r\n\r\nGaren: All right. I'll try some. (Takes a tiny sip.) Hey! This is good! Try it, Obi!
\r\n\r\nObi: (Takes a drink.) It's not bad, but Reeft needs to bounce.
\r\n\r\nReeft: (Jumping up and down.) Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!
\r\n\r\nGaren: (Laughing wildly) Let's make him bounce!
\r\n\r\nObi: (Also laughing wildly) OK. Here goes.
\r\n\r\n(Obi and Garen combine their Force abilities and Reeft goes flying into the ceiling, then crashes to the floor, and proceeds to crash into the walls and furniture.)
\r\n\r\nBant: Put him down! What's gotten into you?
\r\n\r\n(Reeft falls to the ground.)
\r\n\r\nReeft: Bounce! Ow! Bounce! Ow! Bounce! Ow! Bounce! Ow!
\r\n\r\nGaren: (Kneels down very shakily right in front of Obi, who is now standing.) Obi, will you marry me? (Slips the plastic rings that held the Silver bottles together over Obi's hand.)
\r\n\r\nObi: (Swaying as if a breeze would knock him over.) No! Marry Reeft. I'm Masssster Jinny'ssss Paddy... Paddy... Paddywy?
\r\n\r\nBant: Padawan?
\r\n\r\nReeft: Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Must have bounce!
\r\n\r\nObi: Yesssssss, that'sssssss the word. I've got to marry Masssssster Qui-SSSSon.
\r\n\r\nBant: Do you mean Qui-Gon, Obi? Are you OK?
\r\n\r\nGaren: (Sobbing on the floor.) No! He's a Sith! I love him and he won't marry me! (Sob. Sob. Sob.) He made me fall in love with him so he could say 'no' and make me cry.
\r\n\r\nBant: Uh... why don't you marry Reeft? Yeah, that's it.
\r\n\r\nGaren: (Sobs even harder.) Reeft (sob) eats (sob) too (sob) much.
\r\n\r\nReeft: (Still jumping up and down.) Bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Try (Bounce) bouncing (Bounce), it'll (Bounce) make you (Bounce) feel (Bounce) better. (Bounce, Bounce, Bounce.)
\r\n\r\nObi: Where's my lightsaber? I need to shave Bant's head!
\r\n\r\nBant: Uh... Obi? I'm Calamarian. I don't have any hair on my head to shave.
\r\n\r\nObi: Exactly.
\r\n\r\nGaren: Bant, don't worry! I'll protect you from the evil Sith! (Staggers to his feet and activates his lightsaber the wrong way, skewering himself.)
\r\n\r\nReeft: (No longer bouncing.) Good thing I took the crystals out of that and replaced them with Silver tops!
\r\n\r\nGaren: What!?! My lightsaber! My poor, poor lightsaber. What did you ever do to deserve so horrible a fate? (Sits and proceeds to take his lightsaber apart.)
\r\n\r\nObi: Here, I know what will make it work! (Staggers over to Garen and pours the rest of Bant's Silver into Garen's lightsaber.)
\r\n\r\nGaren: My lightsaber!
\r\n\r\nBant: My Silver!
\r\n\r\n(Garen is pouring all of the Silver in his lightsaber onto Reeft's head when Bant's Master comes walking in.)
\r\n\r\nGaren: (Totally oblivious to Bant's Master) I will make you pay for this grave indignity! All shall pay for this insult on my poor, poor lightsaber!
\r\n\r\nReeft: (To Bant's Master.) HELP ME!!!!
\r\n\r\nObi: (To his lightsaber.) Don't worry, I won't let them get you! My baby, they can't hurt you while you are with me! I'll fight them all off for you! (Kisses handle.) What's that you say? You need to be polished? Of course. Anything for the most beautiful lightsaber in all the Temple! (Reverently places lightsaber on a table, gets on his knees and hails it.)
\r\n\r\nBant: Master! Uh... I can explain!
\r\n\r\nObi: I hail you, O Blesses Lightsaber.
\r\n\r\nReeft: Help me! Please!
\r\n\r\nGaren: All must pay!! Death to all those who insult the lightsaber!!
\r\n\r\nBant's Master: That's good. That's very good. You can do that after I call their Masters.
\r\n\r\n \r\n \r\nThe End, For Now.
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