Veni, Vidi, Vici?! Lies!
Summary: Jedi Master Georgio and his apprentice Max Taylorè, battling through stupidity, retardedness, and much more. As a new species threatens the existence of the galaxy, and only Georgio and Max can stop it, tensions heighten and explode.
Disclaimer: I am sitting in a classroom with a teacher announcing maths scores. I'm very stressed out, I like marijuana, smoking isn't that bad for you, and I think I don't own Star Wars.
PS: None of the above is true.
A/N: I...I don't know what to say. This brings out horrible memories of Georgio! J'deteste le George.
G/N (Georgio's Note): J'deteste le George... wait, is that right? Hmm. Oh, right, yeah it is. Edward Cullen has captured my liver.
Enough of my ramblings.
-Darth Maximus
Chapter One: A Day Gone Wrong.
Jedi Master Georgio was in a high good humour as he strode through the Jedi Temple's corridors. But then again, he was rarely unhappy. But today, he was happy because he was going to be able to test out a new hair product. It was supposed to cut your hair whenever you wanted it to be.
Most other Jedi at the Temple steered very clear of Georgio. The reason for this was because, quite frankly, Georgio was a retard.
Every part of him just screamed, idiot. The right half of his hair was spiky and fluorescent green, while the left half of his hair was curly and neon pink.
Most unbelievable was that Georgio had a Padawan learner. An apprentice. Many Jedi had groaned when Georgio had made his choice. Max Taylorè had the highest midi-chlorian count ever seen. Well, that was exaggerating, but you get the point. The people groaned because they saw Max had so much potential. So much potential, put to waste because of the idiotic Georgio.
However, somehow Max had become quite powerful, very well trained despite Georgio's limited training. Yoda claimed it was because of the high count of midi-chlorians.
Georgio steered down the corridor, until he came face-to-face with his apartment's door.
Literally.
Before Georgio could turn the handle, the door opened and an apprehensive face peered around the frame.
"Master."
Max's voice was cold, but Georgio took no notice.
"Hello, Maxy!" Georgio's voice reverberated around the room as he hung up his coat, without taking it off first. The result was that he was now hanging from a hook. He gave Max a crooked smile.
"Help me?"
Max ignored him and went back into his room, studying various stances and techniques. Georgio involved himself in a game to try and get himself off the hook.
Quite literally, as well.
"Wuaah!"
"Wuaah!"
"Wuaah!"
"Wuaah!"
Georgio was involving himself in a contest with himself. The objective was to see how many times he could say 'Wuaah!' and beat the previous count.
So far, Georgio was up to three hundred and sixty eight thousand, four hundred and seventy-two 'Wuaah!'s.
The man was impossible.
"SHUT UP!"
"Wuaah!"
A/N: Well, this is it. Hope I can update soon!