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Chapter... I don't know. AT all...

Back at the ol' ranch, Anakin and Crabmé sat on one of their cushy seats (No, really! They ARE cushy, I'm telling the truth!), talking.

Anakin put his head down. "Sometimes I wonder what's happening to the stock market these days," he sighed, "I think this war is destroying the entire stock system. Look," he shoved a newspaper in Crabme's face. "See? SEE? My explosives chain store is down five cents. FIVE BLASTED CENTS!" he thundered angrily, throwing the paper down on the patio. (Which wasn't cushy, by the way)

"Anakin, don't say things like that," Crabme scolded, sewing a feather onto one of her new bright pink fedoras.

"Well it's true," he pouted, looking very sullen.

She sighed. "Ani, have you ever considered buying new stocks and selling your old ones?"

Anakin was suspicious. "What do you mean?" he began slowly.

She rolled her eyes and continued, "What if the stocks you thought you got good prices on, weren't good stocks at all?"

"I don't believe that," Anakin retorted. "And you're sounding like a bank owner!"

"This stock market represents a failure to buy smart stocks and save money," Crabme shouted, growing angrier, "and now, you're closer to the Chancellor than ever, please, ask him to stop creating awful stocks and let smart buying resume."

Anakin stared at her. "You lost me at 'you're closer to the Chancellor than ever'..." he trailed off. "What does he have to do with anything?"

"Forget it!" she snapped, and continued to sew her feathers. "All I'm saying is, buy good stocks and sell your bad ones!"

"Don't ax me to do that!" Anakin shouted, standing up abruptly. "Make a motion at the stock exchange, where that kind of a request belongs!"

"Make emotion?" Crabme said, confused. "What kind of emotion?"

Anakin growled and curled his hands into fists.

"What's wrong?" she asked, seemingly ignorant that he was on the verge of blowing something up.

"Nothing," he said through clenched teeth.

She stood up. "Don't do this, don't shut me out. Let me help you. I'm good at this kind of thing."

"I HAVE TO USE THE LAVATORY!" Anakin burst out, and ran to his ship, where he grabbed a detonator and blew it up promptly. He sighed, relaxed, and took out his comlink.

"Hello, Geico Insurance?" he said. "Yeah, I've got a blown up Jedi starfighter, some complete idiot blew it up for no good reason whatsoever..." he chuckled nervously. "Maybe he was just totally stressed because he was going to be a father and his stocks were down, and he was really ticked at his wife, and she was being NO help whatsoever, and he just FELT like blowing something up, and so maybe that's what it was, ya know?" he ranted on.

The lady on the other end of the line said, "Uh, yeah... sure... whatever. Um, do you have an address?" she asked.

"An address? An address, you ax?" Obi-Wan suddenly cut in from another line.

"SHUT UP!" Anakin shrieked into the link, causing the lady to cringe.

"Sir, I have to ask you to keep your voice down," she said, getting rather annoyed.

"Fine," Anakin muttered. "So, when can I get my new ship?"

The lady checked her computer. "Um, let's see. Will next month be good for you?" she asked.

"Next month? Next month, you ax?" Obi-Wan cut in again.

"Herbie! Cut it out!" the lady scolded, thinking that it was one of her colleagues.

Anakin rolled his eyes and slapped a hand over them. "Obi-Wan, get of the blasted link," he groaned.

"Language, sir!" the lady cried, shocked and startled.

"Oh get a BLASTED life, ya creep!" Obi-Wan yelled into the link, speaking to Anakin.

The lady gasped. "Oh my goodness! Shut me down!" she cried, horrified.

"Will do," Anakin snapped grimly.

The lady was rather miffed and ended the link abruptly.

"Rather rude, don't you think, my old padawan?" Obi-Wan asked casually.

"Yeah, what's her problem," Anakin snorted.

Obi-Wan shrugged mentally. "Don't know. Well, chap, I've got to run, I've got a meeting with my crew... uh, I mean the Council of course. Gottorunsobye!" he blurted out quickly and shut his comlink off.

Anakin stared at his comlink, eyebrows raised. "Sure..." he muttered, and tried to call Geico again. "Hello?" he said.

"Hello?" a French voice came on.

"Yeah hi," Anakin said, "I was just wondering if I could have my speeder removed and replaced. It got blown up."

"By vhat?" the French man asked.

Anakin sighed and took another detonator out of his pocket, studying it carefully. "Uh, a 600 caliber miniature thermal detonator, series 0400," he said.

"Hmm," the man said thoughtfully, "Ve hafen't seen any of tose types of blasts bevore, but ve vill be happy to profide you vith a rental speeder. Does that vork vor you, sir?" he asked.

Anakin was growing angry. "No, it doesn't," he snapped, "I want a new speeder, and I want it now!"

"Oh calm down Anakin," Obi-Wan chastised, coming back onto the line, "You've been given a great deal. To have so many different speeders at your age, it's never happened before."

"Nice to know," Anakin retorted sarcastically. "Now get off the blasted comlink!"

"Lankuage, monsieur," the French man scolded.

"ARGH!" Anakin shrieked, "I GIVE UP! Just get me a speeder, you language deficient loonie, and be quick about it!" he turned off his comlink abruptly.

The French man sniffed. "Vell, he vas rather rude, don't you think?" he said to Obi-Wan.

"You have no idea..." Obi-Wan sighed.

"Vell, I do haf some good news," the French man continued.

"What?" Obi-Wan snapped.

"I just safed a bunch ov money on my starship insurance by svitching to Geico!" the French man tittered, as if that were the joke of the century.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Oh get a life," he shouted, and turned off the comlink, much to the Frenchman's dismay.

Well, I'm goin' back to bein' tough. I ONCE AGAIN DOTH COMMANDE YE TO REVIEW! Thanks!