Yoda Speak
As you can see, I've completely revamped this story. It's no longer Jedi Playing Games, it's Whaa... (end of sentence). It's just gonna be a bunch of random funny drabbles whenever I feel like updating. Yeah. ONWARD.
Yoda looked around his Council chair, absolutely positively utterly bored. The Masters were currently chatting about how ugly Chancellor Valorum looked in his new suit and how gorgeous his wife looked in her dress at some ball.
"This is so boring," he said out loud.
And it was. Like, really boring. So boring even meditating was boring. And we all know that Jedi are never bored (at least when they have meditation as an option).
"Hey, I know!" he exclaimed, randomly reaching out with his gimer stick.
Everybody looked at him.
"I'll start speaking weirdly so that no one will understand me! It'll be fun!"
"Oooh, good idea!" Yaddle shouted. "Can I do it too?"
"Sure!"
"Can I?" some other insignificant Master who was not the uptight Mace Windu but was still somehow significant enough to be on the Council asked randomly.
"No!" they yelled at him. "Then it's gonna be weird!"
"Then why can you two do it?" the Master whined.
"Because," Yaddle said, "then people will think it's a trait of our species and won't question us! And then another advantage- if a Sith somehow takes over the Republic and wipes out the Jedi and we somehow escape to an ugly swamp planet like Dagobah, we'll be viewed like crazies and won't be exterminated!"
"Ooh, good reason!" Yoda said, clapping his hands together excitedly. "Yay, let's start now!"
"Okay! Umm... let me think. Wait! Got it. Let's switch verbs and subjects! Like... Hideous, Chancellor Valorum looked yesterday."
"Agree with you, I do," he replied, nodding wisely.
"I wanna do it too!" the random Master whined again.
"Shut up, you must," the two old crazies said in unison.