STAR WARS OBIDALA NUMA NUMA!
By Esteban T. Rodriguez
OK! Here is my tribute to the phenomenally popular Internet song "Numa Numa." It's late and I'm weird, so this is just random. Enjoy! This fic is best read listening to the song, as I am whilst writing it. If you don't know what the kriff I'm talking about, remember Google is your friend.
This was not the proper conduct of a Jedi Knight! Running around his apartment, chasing a scantily clad Nubian senator, giggling insanely. It was she who started it. He was just idly checking his e-mail early in the morning and she stole his cordless mouse! BUT it was so kriffing funny!
"Padmé…" He called. "Give me the mousie……."
Padmé revealed herself and leapt on top of him. After a good two minutes of struggling, he managed to recover the mouse and went back to his mail, panting.
"You are no fun," Padmé pouted as she leaned on his shoulder.
"That's not what you said last night." Obi-Wan gave her a peck on the lips and she snuggled beside him.
One piece of mail caught his eye. "Master Aayla Secura has something to show you."
Curious, Obi-Wan opened the file and read the message.
"Obi-Wan…" The message read. "You must… stop the… the evil………" The rest of the message dissolved into hysterical laughter.
Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow and opened the message's file. It showed a rather fat, almost Hutt-like man, lip synching to a song in a language Obi-Wan could not identify. Padmé began to chuckle by his side and by the time the beat got really going, she was leaping around he apartment dancing to it. Obi-Wan began to head-bang to the song as well, and soon he was dancing as well, the volume going full bore.
After about five whole minutes, Anakin Sky-walked in (Yes, that was a play on words.) and was at a loss for words when he saw his master and Padmé dancing about half-naked to some strange sing. He dropped the priceless Jedi artifact he was entrusted with which promptly shattered into a million pieces and d began to join in with the dance.
Things were going well, Obi-Wan and Padmé had begun to grind, Anakin was waving his lightsaber around aimlessly, and the goldfish was swimming in circles.
It was now that Yoda entered, sipping an ice-cold Pepsi. When he saw what carrying-ons were occurring, he dropped the Pepsi and began to flip off the walls, dancing gangsta-stlye.
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On the other side of the planet, Darth Sidious cackled in his chair. The Numa song was working its magic on the Jedi fools.
But, what was it he used? He opened his holonet browser and opened the first file he saw.
The resulting blast of song and crazy man dancing was too much for the Sith Lord. He leapt around zapping the ceiling with force lighting and flipping around his office until he flipped right out the window, a hundred stories down.
OK, that's it. If you want more, review and tell me who I should use. I might use Han, Jango and General G in the next one, so stay tuned.