The Dangerous End
Lord Destroyer: LOL. Yaddle would be mad at him because she doesn't want him to kill anybody, even if they're extremely annoying.
This fic's based on a suggestion by SWfanfan. As always, please read and review! :D
"Cut!" the director called out suddenly.
"What?" Luke asked. "I thought we were doing pretty well."
"You were," the director assured him. "But I want to give off the impression that you really don't know this weapon. So, what I want you to do, Luke, is to play around with the lightsaber and look at it from all angles."
"Umm... that's sort of what he's doing," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"No, he isn't inspecting it from all angles. What is that one angle?"
"The dangerous angle," Luke said. "The one where the lightsaber comes out."
"Exactly!" the director said happily. "So, we're going to start this over, and the first thing you're going to do, Luke, is to stick the dangerous end in your face."
He leaned back in his chair and yelled, "Action!"
Luke and Obi-Wan didn't move, just stared at him, mouths wide open.
The director stared back. "And... action!" he prompted.
Luke shook himself. "Wait, wait, wait. You want me to stick the dangerous end of my lightsaber, the one where the actual blade comes out, into my face?"
The director nodded cheerfully.
"You do know he's using his actual lightsaber, correct?" Obi-Wan asked, puzzled.
The director nodded again.
"What happens if I accidentally switch the lightsaber on and end up stabbing my own face?"
"Oh, you won't do that," the director said confidently.
"And you know that because..."
"You're a Jedi, Luke!"
"Even Jedi make mistakes."
"Like the mistake of agreeing to film this show," Obi-Wan muttered.
"You will do what this show requires you to do, Luke, and it requires you to poke the dangerous end of your lightsaber in your face," the director continued, ignoring him.
"If he ends up killing himself doing this, Anakin is so going to kill you," Obi-Wan warned.