Marry me
As you know, clones are grown rapidly. Shak Ti wanders the halls of the Kaminoan cloning facility and passes a group of nine year old clones, each looking at her. The last one in the group tries being smooth and points finger guns at her with a double click of his tongue. She shakes her head and he continues walking with a mock sad face. As she walked, seven others did the same. Every time she shook her head. One clone, about ten and ready for war, stops her as she's passing the barracks, "Hey, Shak Ti."
"Yes, trooper?" she asked.
"I'm about to head off to my first battle. But before I go, I wanna ask..." he gets on one knee and holds up a ring made of cloth, "Will you marry me?"
another trooper holds out a cut up glove, "Who snipped the finger off my glove?"
"Quiet! I'm proposing!" he snapped. He looks back up at her, "What's it going to be?"
she sighs, "No. I am flattered tho."
a clone next to a locker mutters, "Great. Now I'm going to have a flower painted on my helmet."
"We could be friends." she suggests.
The clone on his knee smiles, "Then you'll marry me?"
"No."
"Now I'm going to have two flowers on my armor!"
she giggles, "Just friends."
he looks at her with puppy eyes, "And after that? We could marry?"
"No."
"Stop asking her to marry you! The more you ask, the more girly I'm going to look!" he snaps making the other four clones laugh.
"Is there a bet I don't know about?" she asked.
"He bet that I couldn't get up the nerve to ask." the kneeling clone answered, "So the more I ask, the more flowers Bets wears."
"I see. Carry on."
"Will you marry me?"
"STOP IT!"
"No."
"Will you marry me? Will you marry me? Will you marry..."
"That's it!" the clone jumps and tackles him.
She walks away laughing, "Have fun troopers."
"I'm gonna look like a girl!"
