I've been looking at all the cliches like this in the Animorphs section, and realized I hadn't seen any Star Wars cliches. Well, that got my over-worked mind to thinking and I decided, hey why not? So here it is! FEEDBACK PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
^J.P.K.^ glared at her evil computer as it froze again. "Why, why, why do you always do this to me!?" She slapped the monitor.
"Because you do that to me," a voice answered. ^J.P.K.^ looked around frantically. She was grounded off the computer and if this voice told her parents, she could kiss her life good bye. "Stupid one, it's your computer talking. You are inexperienced in the ways of the Dell," it said, the last sentence sounding like something out of Star Wars, but with Dell instead of the Force. With that, a huge whirling vortex opened in her monitor, and sucked ^J.P.K.^ in.
^J.P.K.^ stood up and surveyed the ground she stood on. It was a strip of purple with white on one side and darker purple on the other. The colouring looked distinctly familiar, but her small mind, tried from hours of fanfic writing couldn't place it.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? ^J.P.K.^ wondered aloud, then, WHY AM I TALKING ALL IN CAPS?
Her computer's voice came from all around her. "We have followed you career with great interest, young ^J.P.K.^. Now you will join us or die!"
WAIT A SECOND HERE. IS IT JUST ME, OR IS MY COMPUTER POSESSED BY EMPEROR PALPATINE?
Giggles sounded from all around her, but they weren't from the voice of her computer.
WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO JOIN YOU IN WHATEVER IT IS YOU DO? In response, blue lightning bolts struck her. OKAY, OKAY! JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
Someone stepped forward from the where the ground seemed to end. "I'm Becker Wein, a fanfic writer. And we want you to join us in the writing of cliches, which you're doing right now."
OHHH. I'VE READ SOME OF THOSE. DO I GET TO HAVE OMNIPOTIENT POWERS? CAUSE I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO GET LUKE SKYWALKER BACK FOR ALL HIS WHINING.
"Yeah, but make sure you use your powers irresponsibly. It makes for a more entertaining read. Go have fun." Becker Wein walks away to get started on another one of her precious cliches.
ONE MORE QUESTION! WHERE AM I, AND HOW DO I GET HOME?
"That's two questions, but I'll answer them." Becker Wein took ^J.P.K.^ by the arm and led her up towards the horizon. They stopped on a vast expanse of white with black writing. "Recognize this banner?" Becker Wein asked.
NO, WAIT, YEAH! IT'S THE FANFICTION.NET BANNER!
"Duh," sounded the voice of ^J.P.K.^'s computer.
^J.P.K.^ glared at her computer. OKAY, SO I'M IN THE INTERNET, INSIDE OF MY COMPUTER. BUT HOW DO I GET HOME?
"You can leave only when you complete this fic and have recruited two more cliche writers. I only have one left. Na-na-na-na-boo-boo!" Becker Wein starts to zap herself away with her red Bic pen, but ^J.P.K.^ stops her with another question.
BECKER, COULD I PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE BE IN PART THREE OF YOUR CLICHE? (A/N: Hint, hint, nudge, nudge, wink, wink!)
"I'll think about it," Becker Wein replied before finally escaping the newest insane cliche writer.
^J.P.K.^ starts thinking about how to write her cliche. HMM, FIRST THINGS FIRST. I NEED A SOURCE FOR MY OMNIPOTIENT POWERS. I KNOW, MY DARTH VADER WATCH! ^J.P.K.^ takes out her watch, and zaps Luke Skywalker into her fic.
"What am I doing here?" he asked.
JUST WAIT AND SEE! ^J.P.K.^ laughs evilly. JUST WAIT AND SEE! Luke hears a noise above him, and looks up cautiously. A Hutt was rushing down at him.