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Disclamer thingy: Ok, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah. I don't own anything Star Warsy. (If that's even a word!)
Dear Diary,
Sometimes I feel just feel angry. Really angry. Like how yesterday, when Dooku well, did some things, that, (wet spots on page) well, I don't like talking about. But no one knows about the one thing that will keep me nice forever. My stuffed Bantha named Wooly. (Wet spots stop) Whenever I feel angry, Wooly always makes me feel better. I talk to him, and when I squeeze him, he says things like, "Sharing is caring!" or "A dead Jedi a day keeps the Republic away!" and my favorite, "I luv you!". That one always brings tears to my eyes. I'm talking to him right now.
Grievous and Wooly
Dear Diary,
Ever since after Dooku found my diary the first time, weird things have started happening. I feel like my entire life is scripted, and that I am only around as long as someone likes me. I mean, every time something goes right for a change, the Jedi are always there to stop me! I literally walk around a corner to go to the bathroom (which is hard to do, being a cyborg) and a Jedi is right there! Infront of the bathroom! In my own house! One time, I even saw that Senator from Naboo and Skywalker making out in my closet were I keep my capes! The other day, his stupid Padawan almost found Wooly! But I will always keep him safe….
Grievous and Wooly
Dear Diary
I found some stupid Jedi and clones in my basement the other day. They killed my pet roggwart, Gor. Other people have vermin in their basement, but NO! I have Clone Cadets knocking on my front door everyday, asking if I want to buy some Yoda Cookies for their Clone Scouts. I have to get up in the morning, practice saying "Jedi scum!" do my inhaler for my terrible asthma, drink a cup of Caf, and answer the door! I cut their heads off and throw it at their Clone Scout shuttles, which park on my nice little rock garden. I have to redo that everyday too! It makes me feel calm though, so that's ok I guess. Wooly says that caring is sharing. He's right, like always.
Grievous and Wooly