"Master, we need to go rescue Master Plo."
As soon as his apprentice spoke these words, Anakin knew this was not going to be a good day.
He was desperate to avoid the subject, so he decided to try to bring up a new one.
"What kind of a name is Master Plo? I mean, if his full name is Plo Koon, then shouldn't it be Master Koon? I mean, isn't that like calling Master Windu Master Mace?" He winced as those words brought back painful memories. "Padawan, did I ever tell you how I got this scar?"
"Yes, and I'm not interested in hearing the story of how you called Master Windu 'Mace old Chum' again. I want to go rescue Master Plo."
"Well, let's go ask the Council."
Anakin stood over the holophone, which is probably called something else, but I can't think of it now.
"Hey, Anakin ol' chap, how's things going?"
"Good, Master ol' buddy. Now see here, lil' Ahsoka wants to go rescue good ol' Master Plo."
"Ah, sorry, Anakin, but it's a no-can-do. You know that the Clones get restless when you leave them floating around space, and that old-timer Yoda said that if he finds anymore of those magazines aboard, then he's going to have all the Clones neutered."
"'Kay Master. See ya soon, ol' friend."
"Right on, ol' partner."
And the conversation ended.
"Now see, Lil' Ahsoka? We can't rescue the ol' Master. He'll just have to die a lonely death in the middle of nowhere."
"Master, this is a bad time of the month for you to disagree with me."
Anakin winced. "It is? Well, you should have mentioned that before! We'll go rescue him right away."
Ahsoka smiled. "Works every time," she murmured under her breath.