He held his lightsaber shakely, switching between pointing at his own master, and some Sith guy that showed up out of nowhere.

"Join me, and together we can rule the Galaxy! It is your destiny."

The young Jedi knight sighed. The two of them had been going back and forth for hours, trying to convince him to join them. But he just couldn't make up his mind! How could he, when one side ment being known throughout the Galaxy as a hero, and the other ment ruling it?

"You know what the right choice is, my padawan. Please, just-"

"The power of the dark side is irrest-"

"Just shut up!" he exclaimed. "it's obvious I have no idea what side I want to choose. And you Sith guy, you've said how irrestible the power of the darkside is like ten times! And you, master, you've just been telling me to kill him, even though you have a perfectly fine lightsaber that you could use right now, if you wanted! Why are you making me chose? You guys both have lightsabers! Why don't you just start fighting eachother already? Come on, the audience in the theater left a long time ago!"

They both just stared at him for a moment, then his master said, "What theater?".

"He means the movie, you ignorant Jedi."

"Movie?"

"Yes, the Galaxy is all a fictional world, that some guy with a fat neck came up with, and made a movie about. Have you not noticed by now?" the sith guy asked.

"Well, I-"

"That's enough!" screamed the Jedi knight. "Just fight eachother already, I'll make up my mind while you guys duke it out."

"Fine, but tell the fat neck guy that if I end up dying, to make me still look epic. No getting my legs cut off and falling into a pit while my legs disconnect from me as I fall to my doom." said the Sith guy. They both activated their lightsabers, and began circling eachother.

"You can't win," said the Jedi master. "I was trained by Mace 'Friggin' Windu."

"Ah," the Sith guy exclaimed. "But I was trained by anger, and suffering. My losses have made me powerful. And nothing can defeat me... Well, okay I guess my master might have helped some too, a little. But where is he now? Dead. I killed him with my pure awesomaucity-"

"JUST KILL EACHOTHER ALREADY!"

"Fine!" they both shouted back. They slowly approached eachother, and swung, locking their sabers, pushing back at eachother.

"You'll never win!" his master exclaimed through clenched teeth.

And so they stood like that, sabers locked, spitting insults and cheesy lines at eachother, while the young Jedi sat twiddling his thumbs. They continued like this for almost fifteen minutes, during which the few members of the audience who still hadn't left yet (they had taken turns watching one at a time in case something interesting actually happened, while the others took naps) finally left, throwing their long-empty popcorn buckets and soda cups at the screen as they left the theater, also ripping their Star Wars costumes off and onto the floor, and stepping on them, and walked out in their underwear.

Finally, the young Jedi knight just stood up, walked behind his master, and activated his lightsaber, stabbing him. He fell to the ground, dead.

"Goood. Gooooooood. Goooooooooooooooooooooooooood. A powerful Sith, you will become." The Sith put his lightsaber away, and walked up to him.

"Hey," the not-so-much-anymore young Jedi knight pointed out, "I never said I would join you either." With that, he swung his lightsaber and beheaded the Sith. I need a vacation, he thought as he started the walk back to his ship.

The End