Next on the agenda for our sexually frustrated warrior was the act of
getting out of bed. The problem was, Qui-Gon's arms and legs had fallen off
seven years earlier, in the great knife frenzy of '77. So, somewhat
heroically, and no doubt fed by his growing sexual frustration, Qui-Gon
vaulted himself from his bed, and landed firmly on his feet, in the room he
called his bedroom.
