Author's note: This is like the story by my best friend, Obi-Wan Kenobi (no, not the real one!) called Good vs. Good. If you want to use this story on your website, e-mail me before you do. But your welcome to use any of mine that you want. Now, on with the story!Hope you like it!
Good vs. Evil
A Jedi walks into a store. He noticed one customer dressed in black. Immediately he knew it was a Sith. The Sith recognized the man as a Jedi. They both drew their lightsabers, one red and one blue. The rest of the customers backed away from them, some leaving the store. The Sith approached the Jedi, an evil smirk on his face.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you, Jedi."
"You mean you think you will. Because I'm going to kill you first."
"No, I will you."
"Nope, I will you."
The customers that had stayed watched in amazement as the two Force users argued back and forth.
"What is that Jedi doing? Why doesn't he just kill the Sith and get it over with?" asked one customer to another.
"Maybe he's a lawyer type Jedi and loves to argue," replied the other customer.
"But with a Sith?"
The other customer just shrugged.
While they were having they're conversation, the Jedi and Sith were still at it.
"I'm going to kill you first. I'm stronger than you!" shouted the Sith.
"No, you're just delusional! It is I that is stronger than you!"
"No I am!"
"No, you're not! And I will prove it to you by killing you first!"
"In your dreams!"
"Why would I dream of you?"
The Sith stopped his shouting for a moment, "Uh, don't know. I hope you don't dream of me…"
The Jedi also stopped, "Trust me, I don't. I would have killed myself already if I did."
"It's good that you didn't."
"Why do you say that?"
The Sith smiled wickedly, "Because I'm going to kill you."
"Have you been drinking lately?"
"No. Still doubt my powers? Then let me prove them to you by killing you!"
"Don't you know the bad guys never win? Look at all those other Sith. Darth Maul, the Emperor, Darth Vader…If you haven't noticed, they're all dead! What does that tell you?"
"That they were all weak! And they had no sense of fashion!" the Sith said, striking a pose so everyone could see his black silk garments, "I, on the other hand, have an excellent fashion sense, and are a lot stronger than any of those fools!"
When the Sith had mentioned his 'excellent fashion sense', the customers had laughed out loud. But they immediately quieted when the Sith shot them a dirty look.
The manager of the store took this time to walk up to the Jedi, staying clear of the Sith, who was still looking sulky about everyone laughing at him. "Excuse me, Jedi?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes?" the Jedi replied without taking his eyes off the Sith.
"Can you and your frie-" she shot a look at the Sith, "I mean, enemy, continue this fight outside? You're scaring off my customers."
"Uh, sure ma'am. Come on Sith, let's go outside and play."
The Sith brightened up, "Okay! I haven't played since I was little!"
The Jedi sighed, about to tell him that he meant fight, but had a sudden idea. "You want to play?"
"Yeah!" the Sith nodded excitedly.
"Okay, want to go to the arcade?"
"Sure!"
"Let's go then!"
So the Jedi and Sith left the store, talking on about what games they would play at the arcade and who was better at what. The remaining customers just looked at each other and shrugged, continuing on with their shopping.
~Fin~