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OK, Instead of responding to all the reviews, I'm just going to get straight to the point. Thank you for your reviews, I thank you for reviewing my story and am glad that you would like a sequel.

The Results for the Sequel:

Anakin and Padme living with the Kids, or Choice Number 1): Two votes

Darth Vader (Whom I am renaming as Darth Elevator, thanks to so many reviews!), or Choice Number 2): six votes

Darth Elevator wins! Thank you for voting! I greatly appreciate it! The work of the sequel, which shall be renamed 'A New Mope', will be getting started very soon.

Disclaimer: Blah..blah... see some other chapter.

"A master is needed, with more experience," Soda put in, glaring at Anakin.

Anakin turned red and fingered a detonator that was hidden in his back pocket.

"Ish.. con...con..." Looni slurred, not able to say what he wanted to say from lack of sanity and way too much whiskey.

"Yoush what?" Mace questioned, exasperated.

"Con...con..." Looni tried again, but failed.

Anakin raised an eyebrow. "Kong?" he guessed. "You mean to say that King Kong should go?"

"Ooh, I saw that movie!" Scalpatine cried, leaping up from his seat unexpectedly.

Mace glared at him. "You're not on this council, sit down!" he barked furiously at him.

Scalpatine glowered at him. "One day..." he muttered, slowly taking his seat again.

"Is it just me, or has this happened before?" Anakin grumbled to himself, rolling his eyes.

"No..." Looni continued. "Con...conferr...conmerr...concher..." he tried again.

"Concur?" Obi-Wan put in helpfully.

"That'sh the onesh!" (That's the one!) Looni giggled, gulping down another whiskey. "Yoush should...shouldss... ggoosh, Masshhter Kenny..." he gurgled, pointing clumsily to Obi-Wan, who was rather freaked. (Translation: You should go, Master Kenobi.)

"Uh...right..." Obi-Wan said, shifting his chair away from Looni's.

Anakin didn't like this idea. "Well he wasn't so successful the last time he met Fleavous," he complained, sulking.

Obi-Wan threw Anakin a dirty look.

"No offense, my Master, but I'm only stating a fact," Anakin continued, reddening.

Obi-Wan took this as an opportunity to embarrass Anakin in front of the Council. "Oh no, you're quite right, but I do have the most experience with his ways of combat," he retorted smugly. (That little part was actually in the original script! I'm not kidding!)

Anakin gaped at him, furious beyond words. "You so totally are not!" he fumed, "I am!"

Obi-Wan glanced at his fingernails. "Who says?" he questioned casually.

"I SAY!"

"And do you say so?"

"I DO SAY SO!"

"Are you sure you say so?"

"I'm BLASTED SURE I SAY SO!" Anakin shrieked wildly.

Soda gasped. "Naughty naughty naughty!" he scolded. "Dude, yo problemo, what is?"

"I don't have a problem!" Anakin retorted, "Tis master Kenobi who has a problem! And more than one, I assure you!"

Mace looked at him, confused. "Since when did you start talking like it was in the 1700's?" he questioned.

"Start talkin' like what?" Anakin asked, turning to Mace.

Master Windbag shook his head. "Never mind..." he cleared his throat. "Obi-Wan, my choice is."

Soda glared at him. "MY line, that was!" he snapped.

Mace shrugged. "Zoops!" he tittered, "Twasn't MY fault, you were s'posed to say that, but you didn't! Someone mixed up the dialogue a ways back."

"I agree," Soda nodded; All the Jedi concurred as well.

"Very well. Council is adjourned," Mace declared, playing with a random hackey-sack. He didn't notice that Anakin was very angry. Mace continued on, "Obi-Wan, prepare two clone brigades as quickly as you can. If this report is true, there's no telling how many battle droids he may have with him," he ordered.

Obi-Wan stared at him blankly. "Prepare what?" he questioned.

Mace rolled his eyes. "Two clone brigades!" he repeated, annoyed.

"What are clone brigades?" Obi-Wan shouted, having no idea what in the heck Windbag was talking about.

"You know..." Mace said, motioning with his hands.

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, I really don't know," he admitted sheepishly.

"Dooshh... youssh... knowshh whatss theyshh areeshh?" Looni asked Anakin, wavering. (Do you know what they are?)

Anakin shook his head. "I don't know," he replied, "But I want one." He grinned evilly, rubbing his hands together.

Obi-Wan glared at him, causing him to suddenly find the ceiling very interesting. "Hmm..." Anakin said thoughtfully.

"So NOW do you know what a brigade is?" Mace Windbag asked, after carefully explaining it to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan nodded, but was still confused. "Yeah... I guess..." he shrugged.

"Is everyone clear on their assignments?" Master Windbag questioned, turning to the rest of the Council, who were by now either asleep, drunk, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, or playing Xbox.

"Sure, I'll get some plaster and tools and patch it up as soon as possible," Anakin replied casually.

Mace glared at him.

"Ooh, I killed the Jedi!" Flow Moon cackled evilly, leaping up from his seat in front of the Xbox and jumping around, his player remote still clenched firmly in his hand.

Everyone stared at him, astonished.

He turned red and sat back down, clearing his throat. "Uh... never mind," he muttered, turning back to the screen.

"I WANNA PLAY!" Anakin shrieked, darting up.

Obi-Wan tripped him as he ran over to the console.

Well that does it for that chapter. Thank you so much for all of your reviews!