This one is, well, not very funny, unless you get it straight away, if it has to be explained, it's not funny. Even if you get it, it probably isn't laugh out loud funny. I'm sorry, ok. It's all I could think of, and it took me longer to find an appropriate male Jedi then it did to write this.
Just so you all know, Anoon Bondara is a Twi'lek Jedi Master. He was master to Darsha Assant.
I keep forgetting these things: I do not own a thing, except the plot. : )
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Anoon and Luminara
"Now, Lu, just move your leg a millimetre to the left. That's it. Good, you've got it."
"Noonie. This is uncomfortable."
"Don't worry, you get used to it."
"How do you know?"
"Lot's of practice, Lu."
"Practice? With who?" Suspicion creeping into her voice.
"People who want to learn."
"How can I trust you?"
"Trust is the basis of marriage. Now move to position two."
"Is this right?"
"Just move your lightsaber up a little."
"Like this?" Luminara asked, whacking him square in the jaw, with the hilt.
"I think we can call it quits," Anoon said, rubbing his jaw.
"Would you like me to kiss it better?"
"I have other sores too!"
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Ok people. Please makes some requests, or suggestions, I have four or five left, and two of them have been requested. If you want this story to keep going, you've got to give me some ideas.