Next story! In this one Qui-Gon tries a new food. It's really random. Qui-Gon and Dooku.
I don't own Star Wars. Kudos to you, George Lucas.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes! Qui-Gon Jinn, you shall eat this piece of bantha, or I shall stick it up you-"
"Nose?"
"Sure. Nose. I was going to say that."
"But…it's mean! Banthas are endangered on twelve systems!"
"No buts. Bantha's good for you. Maybe if you ate more, you would be able to defeat Darth Maul!"
"Who?"
"Never mind. You know, they can clone more banthas if they need to."
"Clone them? For food? That's terrible!" Qui-Gon gasped, blue eyes widening in horror.
"They clone murk-rats to test that shampoo you use for that hair of yours."
"What?! I'm never shampooing again!"
"Is that a promise or a threat?" Dooku asked, leaning over to discreetly stick something in Qui-Gon's mashed potatoes.
"A promise," Qui-Gon said stubbornly. "And I bet bantha tastes like poop." He took a huge mouthful of mashed potatoes. "These potatoes taste like chicken," He commented, still clueless.
"Good. It's bantha," Dooku said triumphantly.
Bad ending, I know, but I was bored and hungry. More coming soon, including babysitting, monsters, and terrible singing. Please read and review!
