Fangirl on the loose!

I enjoyed writing this, and the two people who have reviewed at the time of writing seemed to like it, so I decided to write more! Joy, eh?

*chorus of boos*

Fine! I don't like you either, then! But for those who enjoyed part one, well, here's a part two for you!

I don't own star wars yada yadayada.

Note: The characters are a little out-of-character in this chapter. Actually, they're probably out of character in EVERY chapter. But, it's fun to write them like that!

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RECAP!
Last time, Anakin discovered something in his and Obi-wan's living room. They decided to wait it out, but Obi-wan, discovering he was missing his fave soap opera, changed his mind and decided to confront the thing. After some pointless arguing, and some interaction with the author, they decided to open the living room door on the count of three, but their problems were solved (sort of) when the something--Fangirl--decided to open the door for them. So our hero's were brought face to face with Fangirl, but before they could back away, Fangirl glomped Obi-wan!

And now, on Fangirl on the loose...

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"Ack! Getitoffgetitoffgetitoff!" Obi-wan screamed, running around with Fangirl attached to him.
"Don't panic Master," yelled Anakin, "Maybe there's something we can beat it with."
Anakin picked up a baseball bat (don't even ask me how that got there) and repeatedly whacked Fangirl with it.
"Ouch!" Oops. Anakin just whacked Obi. Bad Ani! No biscut!
Fangirl stood up to this for a few seconeds, and then, with a small scream, she fell off, and landed dazed on the floor.
"Now's the time to get her, Anakin," Obi-wan wispered, "While she can't glomp us again."
"Us?"
"Come on, you've had your fair share of fangirls."
"I see your point. Here I go..."
Anakin bent over and made a grab at Fangirl, but Fangirl was too quick for them. She rolled over and ended up sitting up. Anakin promptly fell flat on his face--anime style.
"You want to play now?" It was a question, but she was not asking him, "OK. Let's play."
She jumped up, "Bet you can't catch me!" She ran and jumped all over the room, jumping off tables, chairs, shelves, and pretty much everything else. Needless to say, withing about one minute there were very few things that had not been knocked over, broken, or anything like that, as a result of Fangirl's 'playing' and Obi-wan and Anakin's attempts to catch her.
"She's gonna wreck the place!" yelled Anakin.
"Oh, you mean like you wreck your bedroom?" Obi-wan yelled back.
"Very funny, master."
"Do I detect a hint of sarcasm?"
Oh, stop it you two. We had enough pointless arguing in the last chapter.

No doubt, it's amazing how long a fangirl can keep going. But they can't keep moving forever.
"Suger!" Fangirl yelled. She fell to the floor, "Must--have--more--suger!" And with that, off to the kitchen she ran.
"NO! NOT THE KITCHEN!" yelled Anakin.
Oh boy.

Anakin and Obi-wan reached the kitchen door.
"It's locked!"
No duh. If it was unlocked, this fic would be over too quickly. Plus you would all have to see Fangirl consuming a kitchens worth of suger, and beleve me, that is not a pretty sight. So why don't you just sit there and wait for her to come out, which is blind stupid but helps me get on to the next part of the plot?
So Obi-wan and Anakin sat there and waited for her to come out, which is blind stupid ect ect ect.
While they waited, they talked (ok, I know that sounded real stupid. Work with me people!).
"Anakin?"
"Hmmm?"
"Do you know how Fangirl got in in the first place? We have anti-fangirl devices on all our doors, and all our windows."
"We-ell..." Anakin trailed off.
"Yes?"
"Actually, it was, kinda, sorta, my fault, Master."
"What! How could it be your fault!" yelled Obi.
"I was fiddling around with... stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Anything electronic... and I started fiddling around with the holo-vision, and it kinda started shooting out beams of electricity, and she jumped out of the screen."
"Anakin?"
"Yes master?"
"NEVER fiddle around with stuff, especially the holo-vision."
Suddenly... Fangirl rammed herself against the door of the kitchen from the inside.
"I think she forgot how to unlock it."
That would be about right. Now, suddenly (again), because I said so, the air began to glow slightly greenish, just above the kitchen table. The greenish air suddenly ripped open, and out of the portel jumped...
The Author.

A/N
DUN DUN DUUUUN!!! How did you like it? You know the drill, R&R, comments, praise, constructive critecism all welcome. Flames unwelcome. You should be able to think of a better way to say you don't like something, your not as stupid as Fangirl, now, are you?
Note: The next chapter will contain some author insertation. I am not trying to turn this into a Mary-Sue, it's just the way the plot wants to go.