"Who are you flipping off?" Obi-Wan's voice could be heard clearly through the door.

"I'm not flipping off anyone. I'm flipping something," Garen retorted.

Qui-Gon scowled, worry crossing his face. Why were the boys fighting? It was a shame and just wrong that it was growing so nasty. He kept listening, praying his apprentice had the sense to knock it off.

"Well, I dare you to flip it. Either way, you'll have to answer to me," Obi-Wan challenged.

"Is that a promise, or a threat?"

"It's a promise."

"Then I have to warn you, I've flipped off Jedi Master Yaddle and Cin Dralig and Mace and Mace's girlfriend and Yoda!" Garen boasted.

Qui-Gon was appalled. It seemed impossible that Garen could possibly remain a Jedi, after all the people he had gravely insulted.

Obi-Wan spoke up. "If that's all, you haven't flipped as many as I. I've flipped off everyone except my Master, practically.

"Yeah, right."

"Really, it's true!"

Qui-Gon gawked. They were both appalling. Even Qui-Gon had never been such an insolent Padawan. What disrespectful boys! He would have to give Obi-Wan a long lecture that ended in punishment- and make sure Clee knew what Garen was up to.

"Really? Let's hear 'em!" Garen hollered.

"Alright." Kenobi cleared his throat. "There was Adi Gallia and Clee and Reeft and Bant and Siri and Tahl and-"

"PADAWAN!" Qui-Gon's scream shook the Temple walls as he burst through the door. "How dare you flip Tahl off?"

The smile faded from Obi-Wan's lips, but the light in his eyes lingered. "It's not my fault she lost, Master," he said serenely.

"Lost what?"

"Well, I beat her."

"You BEAT her?" Qui-Gon was beyond furious. He was seeing red and he was purple faced. He was in such frenzy; he wanted to kill a muja muffin. How he wished that were possible. "Listen," he seethed, "The next time you flip anyone off, I will flip you both off. And I will beat you out of this calm and
peaceful Temple!"

"Yes! He's in!" Garen grinned. Qui-Gon was foaming at the mouth. "You think this is some sort of game?" he spluttered.

"'Course! That's the fun of competition! Now, let's all do it at once, this time," Obi-Wan announced.

"Don't you dare, Padawan."

"One."

"If you raise one-"

"Two."

"If you-"

"Three!"

Simultaneously, Garen and Obi-Wan bent over so that their bare necks faced forward. Quick as a whip, they jerked upright. But they jerked upright in a long, luxurious way, so that their Padawan braids and scant hair flew backwards. The result was a disheveled mess upon their heads. Garen and Obi-Wan stared at each other and laughed.

Qui-Gon was puzzled and silent; contemplating. "This flipping off… you meant hair flipping?"

"Cha," Garen said, running a hand through his tousled hair. "What time, I nearly flipped it off my head, I did it so fast! What other kind of flipping could we mean?"

"Um," Qui-Gon said dumbly. Obi-Wan and Garen thought for a moment.

"Oh!" Obi-Wan gasped. "Master, did you really think we would do such a thing?"

"It was a… sketchy conversation," Qui-Gon said feebly.

"A sketchy conversation!" Garen repeated, exasperated. "Master Jinn, how could you jump to conclusions like that?"

"I am sorry," Qui-Gon mumbled.

"Apology accepted," Obi-Wan nodded.

"Ditto," Garen agreed.

Then Obi-Wan revealed an evil smile. "Oh, Master. You said that if we flipped, you would."

"Yes, but- that was before I-"

"Doesn't matter. C'mon, let's see a hair flip."

The end.
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