Disclaimer: I do not own Star- Darth_Padme?
DP: Hello, SSJ V. I thought I'd come and spice this disclaimer thingy up a bit.
Boba: SSJ, is this a good thing, or-
DP: *Glare*
Boba: 0.o??
SSJ V: I probably shouldn't ask, but- what plans exactly?
DP: Oh, you shall see my friend, you shall see. By the way, why are we in script format and the rest of the story is- well- not?
SSJ V: Uh...
Boba: To prevent the further embarrassment of the idiot host who misspelled 'warmth' with a p on a social project-
SSJ V: HEY! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!
Boba: We will cut to the story. None of us own Star Wars.
DP: But only one of us misspelled Pacific Ocean and put it by Nova Scotia on our homework sheet.
SSJ V: ...*cough*
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Eight girls stalked into the lunchroom, plan ready in their minds. After all, how could they have already gone three hours, twenty minutes without wreaking mass havoc!?! They deserved a little fun...at the expense of everyone else.
Katt, Chinow, Erica, Darth Padme, Kiami, Tian, and Marian Blond (Now stoked on the rest of poor Jason Solo's caffeine) and Jace, the blue Twi'lek, took their places around the cafeteria.
"This is gunna go down in history!" Darth Padme sneered.
"That is a fact." Jace announced, reaching into her book bag and pulling out her deadly weapon of mass destruction. A handful of mashed raspberry goo. Slowly, Chinow silently mouthed commands to the rest of the group. One, two-
Young Obi Wan (TPM), wearing a clean new tunic walked into the room. Any plan that they had made was now dashed. They had a NEW target.
"THREE!!"
Eight handfuls of red goo flew through the air and hit Obi square on. The entire room stopped to look as a lone berry slowly rolled down the side of his face. Leca leaned over the table. "Somebody is in deep s-"
"FOOD FIGHT!" Obi Wan yelled, picking up a handful of the same raspberry goo from a near-by plate and throwing it at an unsuspecting boy- at least- I'm pretty sure it was a boy.... I could be wrong- Oh, wait, my mistake! It was Luke! (gets flamed by every Luke fan to ever exist, which is,... a lot, OK?)
Luke levitated his packed lunch and forced it to spray across the lunchroom. As he did so, the rest of the fight was now well under way, with the eight devious planners hiding under a table and laughing their heads off. Well, seven of them were anyway.
"I AM THE QUEEN OF MASHED POTATOES!!!" Marian yelled, whilst being pelted with- yup. Mashed potatoes.
"NO ME!" Yelled Tian, jumping up on the table.
"NO, 'TIS WE!" Countered Darth_Padme and Kiami, joining their friends in being whacked with the mushy projectiles.
"If you're ALL the queens of mashed potatoes," YOBI (Young Obi Wan) began, stepping up beside them, "then I get to be the KING OF RASPBERRYS!!!" With that, he dumped the goo down the insides of their shirts and ran off.
"Somebody's been into Qui Gon's brownies again." Chinow mumbled to the group.
"That is a fact." Jace agreed.
"Does she ever say anything else?" asked Katt.
"I don't think so."
"That is a fact."
*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*
"Damn raspberries."
"Aw... I wish Anakin was here. I wanna dump something down his underwear." Tian complained, stuffing a handful of corn into someone's face.
"Oh, really?" Kiami, laughed, dodging a flying- er, something.
"WHAT?!?! Oh ya, at least I'm not in live with a certain bounty hunter."
"Don't say it."
"In silver armor."
"Don't say it."
"And rockets."
"Don't. Don't. Don't"
"Named-"
"I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH JANGO FETT!!!!!!"
"Mmm... potato e..." SSJ V said, lucking potato off her face. Unfortunately for her, that was now the ONLY sound in the room, so EVERYBODY heard it. Also unfortunate was the fact that so had her Mandalorian friend's father, who had just stepped into the room.
"Oops." Kiami stammered, as Tian's eyes blazed neon green, trying to hold in her laughter. She hadn't exactly meant for that to happen, but aren't things great when everything gets unexpectedly much better than you planned for? Even better when they end up embarrassing for more than one person.
"You two." He pointed to Boba and SSJ V.
"We didn't do it." They chimed. Amazing how that phrase can become so instinctive.
Jango sighed. "That's NOT why you're coming. Now wipe that off."
"Wipe what off?" SSJ V asked. They had about five unidentifiable substances on their faces- each.... per square inch.
"All of it. Come."
Boba laughed as SSJ V tried to scrub a yellow liquid off of her forehead.
//What? \\
//Egg on your face. \\ ( cliché meaning embarrassed, turned literal. I am sooo bored.)
//Don't scare me like that! The next thing I know, you'll be hanging around with C3PO and then pigs will fly and monkeys will take over the Universe, and- \\
// I get it. \\
//Just wanted to make my point. \\
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I am SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating for just about ever, but the only days of the week that I didn't have to do homework, (Wed., Sun.) INCLUDING weekends, I had hockey practice, and I was writing my other story. SORRY!!!!!
Boba: You'd better be! I was bored for over an entire week! Do you know how many annoying aliens are dead because of you?!?!?!
DP: Isn't that a good thing?
SSJ V: I'd say so.
Boba: 0.o
SSJ V: Anyhow, the person with the best idea for a male Padme house outfit gets to repeatedly kick their least favorite character, OK? As long as it's not him. *Points at Boba, a.k.a. the only 'him' in the writing disclaimers place thingy* Because I don't want to and I'm at the keyboard so live with it!!! Anyhow, Bu-bye!
Lot's O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
DP: Hello, SSJ V. I thought I'd come and spice this disclaimer thingy up a bit.
Boba: SSJ, is this a good thing, or-
DP: *Glare*
Boba: 0.o??
SSJ V: I probably shouldn't ask, but- what plans exactly?
DP: Oh, you shall see my friend, you shall see. By the way, why are we in script format and the rest of the story is- well- not?
SSJ V: Uh...
Boba: To prevent the further embarrassment of the idiot host who misspelled 'warmth' with a p on a social project-
SSJ V: HEY! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON MY SIDE!
Boba: We will cut to the story. None of us own Star Wars.
DP: But only one of us misspelled Pacific Ocean and put it by Nova Scotia on our homework sheet.
SSJ V: ...*cough*
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Eight girls stalked into the lunchroom, plan ready in their minds. After all, how could they have already gone three hours, twenty minutes without wreaking mass havoc!?! They deserved a little fun...at the expense of everyone else.
Katt, Chinow, Erica, Darth Padme, Kiami, Tian, and Marian Blond (Now stoked on the rest of poor Jason Solo's caffeine) and Jace, the blue Twi'lek, took their places around the cafeteria.
"This is gunna go down in history!" Darth Padme sneered.
"That is a fact." Jace announced, reaching into her book bag and pulling out her deadly weapon of mass destruction. A handful of mashed raspberry goo. Slowly, Chinow silently mouthed commands to the rest of the group. One, two-
Young Obi Wan (TPM), wearing a clean new tunic walked into the room. Any plan that they had made was now dashed. They had a NEW target.
"THREE!!"
Eight handfuls of red goo flew through the air and hit Obi square on. The entire room stopped to look as a lone berry slowly rolled down the side of his face. Leca leaned over the table. "Somebody is in deep s-"
"FOOD FIGHT!" Obi Wan yelled, picking up a handful of the same raspberry goo from a near-by plate and throwing it at an unsuspecting boy- at least- I'm pretty sure it was a boy.... I could be wrong- Oh, wait, my mistake! It was Luke! (gets flamed by every Luke fan to ever exist, which is,... a lot, OK?)
Luke levitated his packed lunch and forced it to spray across the lunchroom. As he did so, the rest of the fight was now well under way, with the eight devious planners hiding under a table and laughing their heads off. Well, seven of them were anyway.
"I AM THE QUEEN OF MASHED POTATOES!!!" Marian yelled, whilst being pelted with- yup. Mashed potatoes.
"NO ME!" Yelled Tian, jumping up on the table.
"NO, 'TIS WE!" Countered Darth_Padme and Kiami, joining their friends in being whacked with the mushy projectiles.
"If you're ALL the queens of mashed potatoes," YOBI (Young Obi Wan) began, stepping up beside them, "then I get to be the KING OF RASPBERRYS!!!" With that, he dumped the goo down the insides of their shirts and ran off.
"Somebody's been into Qui Gon's brownies again." Chinow mumbled to the group.
"That is a fact." Jace agreed.
"Does she ever say anything else?" asked Katt.
"I don't think so."
"That is a fact."
*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*
*SPLAT*
"Damn raspberries."
"Aw... I wish Anakin was here. I wanna dump something down his underwear." Tian complained, stuffing a handful of corn into someone's face.
"Oh, really?" Kiami, laughed, dodging a flying- er, something.
"WHAT?!?! Oh ya, at least I'm not in live with a certain bounty hunter."
"Don't say it."
"In silver armor."
"Don't say it."
"And rockets."
"Don't. Don't. Don't"
"Named-"
"I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH JANGO FETT!!!!!!"
"Mmm... potato e..." SSJ V said, lucking potato off her face. Unfortunately for her, that was now the ONLY sound in the room, so EVERYBODY heard it. Also unfortunate was the fact that so had her Mandalorian friend's father, who had just stepped into the room.
"Oops." Kiami stammered, as Tian's eyes blazed neon green, trying to hold in her laughter. She hadn't exactly meant for that to happen, but aren't things great when everything gets unexpectedly much better than you planned for? Even better when they end up embarrassing for more than one person.
"You two." He pointed to Boba and SSJ V.
"We didn't do it." They chimed. Amazing how that phrase can become so instinctive.
Jango sighed. "That's NOT why you're coming. Now wipe that off."
"Wipe what off?" SSJ V asked. They had about five unidentifiable substances on their faces- each.... per square inch.
"All of it. Come."
Boba laughed as SSJ V tried to scrub a yellow liquid off of her forehead.
//What? \\
//Egg on your face. \\ ( cliché meaning embarrassed, turned literal. I am sooo bored.)
//Don't scare me like that! The next thing I know, you'll be hanging around with C3PO and then pigs will fly and monkeys will take over the Universe, and- \\
// I get it. \\
//Just wanted to make my point. \\
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I am SOOOOOOO sorry for not updating for just about ever, but the only days of the week that I didn't have to do homework, (Wed., Sun.) INCLUDING weekends, I had hockey practice, and I was writing my other story. SORRY!!!!!
Boba: You'd better be! I was bored for over an entire week! Do you know how many annoying aliens are dead because of you?!?!?!
DP: Isn't that a good thing?
SSJ V: I'd say so.
Boba: 0.o
SSJ V: Anyhow, the person with the best idea for a male Padme house outfit gets to repeatedly kick their least favorite character, OK? As long as it's not him. *Points at Boba, a.k.a. the only 'him' in the writing disclaimers place thingy* Because I don't want to and I'm at the keyboard so live with it!!! Anyhow, Bu-bye!
Lot's O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
