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Chapter 36 (I'm pretty sure)

Disclaimer: See some other chapter and GO AVAY! Oh, just in case.. I don't own Nickelback music, either.

In the meantime, Obi-Wan had hidden from the clones who had seemingly turned on him and ran to the platform where General Fleavous's ship was. He hopped in and zoomed away.

When he was in space, he put on some rockin' Nickelback music and jammed along with the songs. Finally, he sent out an emergency code because he was out of double quarter-pounder cheeseburgers. True, they each had around forty grams of fat, but he didn't care. After all, he was a Jedi and could work it off. Right?... well, not exactly.

"Emergency code nine thirteen," Obi-Wan said randomly, "I have no contact with any McDonalds' joints anywhere."

Finally, a hologram of Frail Organic came up. "General Kenobi," He said, "We've gotten your signal. It appears this disaster has happened everywhere. I'll send you our coordinates."

Obi-Wan was confused. "What disaster?"

Frail looked at him. "The disaster where most of the Jedi have been killed! Duh…" he rolled his eyes.

Suddenly Aayla and Kit-Kat popped up on the screen. "Yo, Obi-Wan!" Kit-Kat cried. "Wassup?"

"You've been spending too much time around Anakin," Obi-Wan muttered.

"That's what we need to talk to you about…" Aayla trailed off hesitantly. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.

"What's the crazy lunatic done now?" he sighed.

Crabmé had finished her cleaning… well, half of it, and was now running towards Anakin, who looked evil and Sithly. "Are you all right?" she asked mildly, "I heard there was an attack on the Jedi temple… you can see the smoke from here! Do they REALIZE how much pollution they're integrating into the atmosphere?" she yelled.

"My dear, with all the speeders and ships around, there's more than enough pollution now," Anakin replied sensibly.

Crabmé panicked. "OH MY GOSH!" she shrieked, "QUICK, this air isn't safe for the baby! I need a oxygen mask… so do you! Hurry!" she raced, very quickly for a pregnant woman, over to her secret stash and pulled out two masks. She then threw one at a very taken aback Anakin and put one on herself. "That's better," she said in a muffled voice.

"Um… yeah…" Anakin said, raising his eyebrows. "Well, I came to see if you and the baby were safe."

"We are now!" she chirped happily. "Clean air is safe air! I should start a motion in the senate about that…"

"Well," Anakin continued, "Speaking of the senate, the Jedi have tried to overthrow Chancellor Scalpatine."

Crabmé cocked her head to one side. "Too bad," she said nonchalantly, "So, whatcha gonna do?"

Anakin shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I'll support Scalps… and I won't let you down. I also need to blow some more things up."

"What about Obi-Wan?"

"What about him?"

"Well… what about him?"

"Yeah… what about him?"

Crabmé shook her head. "This isn't getting us anywhere," she interrupted.

"Well, many Jedi have been killed," Anakin explained, "So I guess he should side with the Chanc and me. I also have good some good and bad news."

"Which is?"

Anakin sighed. "The bad news is, I have to go kill the Separatist leaders. The good news is, I just saved a bunch of money on my starship insurance by switching to Geico!"

Crabmé looked at him. "Well, good luck with… well, whatever you're doing," she said, and went back inside, mask still on. "AND KEEP YOUR MASK ON OR ELSE!" she shouted.

Anakin sighed, put on his mask, and headed out to the Mooseuhtar system to kill the Separatist leaders. Why, he didn't know. Nor did he really care. But it would give him a chance to use his new high powered detonators and sing a few killing songs!

Obi-Wan finally came upon Organic's ship, where he got out and entered into a hallway, where Frail and Soda were talking. Frail looked at him and rushed over, relieved.

"You made it!" he said, patting him on the shoulder.

Obi-Wan stared down at his brown and tan tunics and shook his head. "No, actually I bought this at a discount Jedi outlet store," he sheepishly admitted.

Frail stared at him, confused. "Right… um… have you heard from any other Jedi?"

"Heard from no one (slurp) we have," Soda gurgled, sipping on a Pepsi, not realizing that Frail wasn't talking to him.

"He was talking to me, you Pepsi addict," Obi-Wan snapped, glaring down at the green Jedi.

Soda pouted. "Resent that, I do," he sulked.

"You mean, 'represent that, you do,'" Obi-Wan retorted, folding his arms irritably. Soda just stared at him sullenly.

"Hey, talkin', look who is," Soda shot back, "A McDonald's lover, you are!"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I can't help it if Anakin got me hooked," he answered. "They have good fast food!"

"I saw thousands of troops attack the temple," Frail interrupted, "That's why I went looking for Soda."

Obi-Wan stared at him. "Why on earth would you want to contact him?" he demanded. "He's just a Pepsi addict with a rotten attitude!"

Soda glared at him. "Resent that, I also do," he sniffed.

"You mean, 'represent that, you do,'" Obi-Wan responded, looking down at him.

Frail sighed. "Could we please get on topic, here?" he said.

Poor Frail! He doesn't deserve to be around those Jedi weirdos. Don't forget to leave a review!