A/N: So this plot bunny happened when I asked something about clone troopers having lisps and if would have been culled etc. Then the person I was speaking to said that every gay guy he met had a lisp and so this story was born. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It's all George Lucas'.
Just Like Me
It was a couple of weeks after the Battle of Geonosis when he first realized it. He was looking in the mirror for some random reason and he noticed he was rather good looking. Actually, he looked handsome. No, he looked sexy.
And then it hit him. They were all sexy. Just like him.
"Well duh" he thought to himself "we are just like each other."
So he decided he should tell just how great they looked to make them all feel better. He knew he felt better when someone told him he looked good. And what better place to herd a bunch of clones together than the mess hall.
He walked to the mess hall with a gigantic grin. The other clones wondered why he was so happy or they just ignored his good spirits. Nobody ignored what he did next. He climbed on to the table and said "Hello everyone! I just thought I'd tell you that we look good.
The troopers were rather confused at that. What does he mean? He pointed to one of the many baffled troopers.
"Hey, you're cute. I like you. You look just like me."
The trooper just blinked. Oh… Other clones who just entered the mess hall started to crowd around to see what the fuss was all about. He pointed to one of them.
"Ooh. I like that food too. We have so much in common. You are just like me."
Another blink. The trooper looked at his tray. Maybe he's right…
"Hey, I wear that armor too! You're cute. And you. And you! And you! We were all like made for each other."
The troopers looked around, seeming to take in every word he had said. And they figured they did look good. They were cute. They did like the same food and wear the same armor. They were made for each other.
That was the day they figured it out too. And they thought everyone should know…
