Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. I'll take the Jedi out on loan any
time, but Lucas can keep Yoda. Oh! Mrs. Yoda is mine! You take her without
permission and I will go Jedi on you with my saber :P.
A/N: In response to a somewhat-challenge from my friend Ross (Fishisan). He took advantage of my post-EP2 viewing euphoria! I saw it today (1st day out!) right after school! And it kicks major ass! Woohoo! Erm, right then. On with the fic! Oh, and I don't know what species Yoda is. If I got it wrong, tell me, and I'll fix it.
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"Meditate too much, you do!" shrieked the angry Dagobahn from the doorway. Jedi Master Yoda just sighed.
"Sorry I am."
"Not enough, sorry is!" she continued; before thwapping her husband with the butt end of her lightsaber. "Needs washing, the laundry does! And changed the color of my robes you have!" she yelled.
"Supposed to know not to wash brown with bright pink, I was?" he grumbled. "My fault you wear electric pink robes, it is not!"
His only response was a death glare and a 'saber in the hands of one who was almost as good with it as he was.
"Important Jedi business on Coruscant, I have," replied Yoda hastily, hobbling away toward the transport ship waiting to take him to the central city of the Republic and ignoring his shrieking wife behind him.
"Enough to turn anyone to the Dark Side, that woman is," he muttered.
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A/N: Okay, it was short. Deal with it. Don't forget to review!
A/N: In response to a somewhat-challenge from my friend Ross (Fishisan). He took advantage of my post-EP2 viewing euphoria! I saw it today (1st day out!) right after school! And it kicks major ass! Woohoo! Erm, right then. On with the fic! Oh, and I don't know what species Yoda is. If I got it wrong, tell me, and I'll fix it.
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"Meditate too much, you do!" shrieked the angry Dagobahn from the doorway. Jedi Master Yoda just sighed.
"Sorry I am."
"Not enough, sorry is!" she continued; before thwapping her husband with the butt end of her lightsaber. "Needs washing, the laundry does! And changed the color of my robes you have!" she yelled.
"Supposed to know not to wash brown with bright pink, I was?" he grumbled. "My fault you wear electric pink robes, it is not!"
His only response was a death glare and a 'saber in the hands of one who was almost as good with it as he was.
"Important Jedi business on Coruscant, I have," replied Yoda hastily, hobbling away toward the transport ship waiting to take him to the central city of the Republic and ignoring his shrieking wife behind him.
"Enough to turn anyone to the Dark Side, that woman is," he muttered.
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A/N: Okay, it was short. Deal with it. Don't forget to review!