Author Notes: I want to thank my beta-fish Darth Breezy and Calthea for all their help with the jokes and some of the wording. I promise to feed you and never put your bowls too close to the sun. (sorry bad inside joke). To those who left messages asking about the brownies, well Qui-Gon, has a bit of a hippie thing going on, and well once upon a time it was practice in certain circles to make brownies with an extra added um ingredient. If I say anymore I could get myself in trouble, but I think you get the idea. It all started with a speculation on what exactly Yoda's gimmer stick was and grew from there. So now I present to you..

Entry 5

Meeting Count Dooku again, was quite the experience. One I hope never to repeat . No wonder Master Qui-Gon started hitting the brownies. After only 15 minutes with him I was ready for a good stiff drink myself, anything to make the spinning stop. What exactly IS his problem? And how does he keep his hair that perfect?

He was less than thrilled with my suggestions of what he could do with himself. I don't think it is physically possible at his age anyway. For revenge they decided to make me the day's entertainment. I was tied up to a big post in the middle of a giant arena surrounded by a crowd of bug people who think public executions are a great form of entertainment. I thought my week couldn't get any worse, but I guess I was wrong. Who should be in the box with Dooku, but my old friend Buckethead. He even brought junior to the show. With a father like Jango, poor Boba is gonna be one nasty adult. The Trade Federation flunkies are there too. Since Nute Gunray is the one speaking, I guess his underling must have custody of the brain this week.

I wasn't sure if Anakin had recieved my message, but just when I thought all was lost things got even worse. He got the message all right, then they decided to come help me. How wonderful of him. I appreciate the thought, but this isn't exactly helping the situation. I swear Anakin and trouble are drawn to each other like metal to a magnet. If I didnt' know better I'd think he liked the thrill of it all. To be honest I guess he isnt' the only one, After all it wasn't Anakin who jumped out of a 200 story window hanging on to a 2 pound probe droid for dear life.

I think I've been in the sun too long, I could have sworn I got a glimpse of Anakin and the Senator is a position most unbecoming the soon to be killed. She was perfectly dressed for the occasion as usual. The woman must have suitcases the size of a troop transport. Is there any occasion for which she doesn't have the perfect outfit and matching hairdo?

There wasn't anytime to play "what have you been up to?" with Anakin. No sooner were we all nicely chained up when three extremely cheesed off looking nightmares were set loose. Let the games begin! . I hated to disapoint the audience after they came all this way, but getting killed was definately not on my to do list. Too bad somebody forgot to tell the beasts. I'm a Jedi not a damn gladiator!

Why am I not surprised that the giant crustacean from hell decided I'd made a great appetizer? Within five minutes of being released it was staring me down with a "where's the butter?" look in its eyes. A little too much like a super-sized version of one of Dex's green plate specials, if you ask me. . I've had one seriously bad week, the last thing I wanted to do was be an hors d'oeuvre at an all you can eat crab feed. Trying to kill that thing however proved to be quite the challange. I thought I had it stabbed once, but all I managed to do was make it even hungrier. Does this thing even register pain? Enough of this poodoo! A few well placed slices and twirls of my lightsaber soon reduced the blasted thing into crab cakes. Now that felt bloody damn good!