SSJ V: Jace!
ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThan
kyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou times a
billion! #1) I was hoping someone would want to hurt him! #2) I was
totally stumped for an outfit for the P fans!!!
Boba: I STILL say we should force them to wear dresses.
SSJ V: Re-think that for a second. Do you really want to see another guy in a halter top?
Boba:... I see your point.
SSJ V: I knew you would.
DP: Do I get to voice MY opinion?
Boba & SSJ V: Do you have hormones?
DP Yes.
Boba: Then no.
DP:... That's it!
SSJ V: Uh oh.
DP: We're going to write this from different viewpoints!
B& SSJ V: No.
DP: SSJ V, how long have we been friends?
SSJ V: Er, around the end of grade 6/ beginning of grade 7... WHY???
DP: Do you think that, in that time, you have not said anything to me that I can use as some DANG good black mail against you, with 'interesting' results?
SSJ V:...Ship. Ok, POV for ONE chapter, then we'll see what everyone thinks. Anywho, I'm going to go crank up the volume to Bon Jovi and Billie Idle, anyone coming?
Boba: Is she coming? *points to DP*
DP: Do I look psycho to you?
SSJ V: Ya, but what does that have to do with screaming along to Billie Idle?
DP: *sweat drop* No I'm not coming.
Boba: Than I am.
SSJ V: Cool. None of us own Star Wars. HOLLY FRICK THIS WAS A LONG DISCLAIMER!!!!
60 REVIEW SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_____________________^
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Leca's Point of View:
Everyone in the cafeteria (Now minus B& SSJ V) looked at the mess. Everything was now coated with goo of some form or another, including all of the students and teachers. Except Terry, because she has purple hair, and it is completely impossible for purple hair to become dirty, unless you were named after underwear (i.e., Trunks), but that's not really the point right now, so lets continue, shall we?
As I was saying, everyone was staring at the mess, but not me. It wasn't my fault either! I don't think that you would be looking at the giant mess if you were the only person who could hear Mace Windu and Master Yoda strolling down the hall! He, he, strolling minus s and ing = troll. NO! Must think of a way to save own butt! Got it!
"NAIR USER AND MASTER TROLL AT TWO O'CLOCK!"
Well THAT sure got the message across! Everyone including Obi and Luke started running for their lives. I hid under the table just in time to see two pairs of boots stop in their tracks as they surveyed the damage.
"In deep fodder, someone is." Observed Yoda, hobbling past my table. Why the frick does he hobble anyway? I know this must be the most asked question since Episode II came out, but come on, man! Oh, yes, beck to the emanate danger of getting my but kicked by two of the most powerful Jedi to ever live. Did you know that Jedi and Dark Side are now actually in the dictionary? I checked. Right, right, back to emanate butt whopping.
"DIE, KILLER!"
Whoa, who the heck was that? Wow, it's that blue dudette, um, Jace! Ok, so blue dudette is now kicking Nair Man's butt. Ah, I see, Boba Fett house. That explains it. OW! Did she just- oh man, she did! You do not kick a man there girl, no matter how teed off you are! I guess that's why they have protectors there on the Mandalore armor. No, no! Don't do it again- oh, and again, and again, well, OK, so this is pretty satisfying to watch. He, he, he, he.
Mace's POV: (I'm going to have a lot of POV' s, OK?)
It STARTED OFF as a good day, I just woke up, waxed my head, and went down to teach class. Which is where things got ugly. I realized I wasn't wearing pants. Jango is NEVER going to let me forget that one. And they WONDER why I- Oops, off topic. As I was saying, forgot pants, got pants, went back down stairs, started teaching classes.
I should have known that the Force wouldn't let me off that easily. I got the Jango Fett house for first period. I swear, they act more like him than that army the Kamino's made.
As you might know, I help Yoda teach Gym, which basically means I stand there and smile while he whacks me with a stick. Note to self, where belt buckle when dealing with anything with the word 'Fett' in it. Yes, they pantsed me. Several times. Damn kids.
Apparently, YOBI (Young Obi Wan) Didn't have to teach classes this morning. Instead, he decided that it was necessary to knock out Jar-Jar and chain him to my leg using those weird electro cuffs that you can't break with a lightsaber. Blackmailed him into giving me back the keys. Damn kid. Yes, that is my new favorite phrase, do you have a PROBLEM WITH THAT? Damn kids.
Lunch time. Thank the Force for that. I don't think I could have put up with the C3PO house another second. I seriously don't get how Luke puts up with him 24/7.
Yoda and I walked down the hallway. We entered the cafeteria and stopped dead in our tracks. It looked worse than a war zone. "In deep fodder, someone is." Yoda muttered beside me. Most people don't know it, but he actually has a compulsive swearing problem.
All of a sudden, out of NO WHERE, someone shouts "DIE KILLER!" and the next thing I know, I'm speaking eight octaves higher! And again, and again, and NOW all of those Fett house brats are cheering her on! "Help me!" I squeaked at Yoda, and you know what he said?
"Meh, deserve it you do."
Damn troll.
Obi Wan's POV:
OKOKOKOKOKOKOK, GUES WHAT?!?!?!?! I found this SUPER HUGE stash of caffeine AND sugar in a student's dorm yesterday, and they said I could have HALF if I didn't tell anybody! Well, I ate it all *sob, sniff *. There were only about ten kilo grams there. I will find more. I've been searching all morning, but all I found was a sock, so I ate it, and it didn't taste like sugar, so I didn't eat the other sock, but then I realized that maybe the OTHER sock was HIDING sugar from me in it's sock-y goodness. So I ate it, and GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?! I need a hair cut! So I took my lightsaber and gave myself a buzz cut. Ha, see, buzz like a lightsaber noise, and buzz like a buzz cut, and bees and when you say bzzz! Which reminds me, I should cut my toe nails.
ANYHOW, so then I went and ran into JAR-JAR! So I said: "WUUUZAAAAAAPPPP?"
And he said: "Obi, have you been a munchin' Qui Gon's brownies?"
So I said : "WOW, QUI GON EATS STUFF!?!?!"
And he said: "Um, mesa gunna find Mace-y Okeyday? Bye, bye!" And he started running away, but he tripped over my leg and I accidentally hit him REALLY hard on the back of his head with the but of my lightsaber, and.. um... Oh, ya! I chained him to Mace-y' s leg! Good ol' Mace-y! Like the time he burnt down half the temple- oh wait, that was me.
ANYWAY, this was about the time that the sugar started to wear off, so I was just sane enough to realize that I was being blackmailed. I gave back the keys. WHAT!?! You would too if someone threatened to tell the entire school- ha, you seriously think I would tell you that?
Right, ANYWHO, so I was a bit late coming into the cafeteria. Apparently, for reasons unknown, eight or so of the students felt it necessary to spray my nice, new, clean tunic with raspberry goo. Naturally, this means war. Naturally, I declared a food fight. Naturally, the first person I hit with the goo was the funky blond kid (Luke). Naturally, that makes ME the king of raspberry goo, which gives me the Force given right to dump stuff down other people's clothing. And the next thing I know some kid screamed something about silver dude, (A/N Jango) who was actually standing, like, five yards away.
So then Silver Dude took Scary Laugh Kid (Boba) and Mondo Freaked Out Hair Kid (SSJ V) and went away, right after they used MY PHRASE! No one can use MY PHRASE except ME! 'I didn't do it' is MINE I TYELL YOU! MIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEE!
ANYHOWSEY, so then Funkified Winged Girl shouts : "NAIR USER AND MASTER TROLL AT TWO O' CLOCK!"
So naturally my reaction is to punch Luke in the face and steal his hiding spot, at which point in time I look over to see Mace-y getting kicked in the not so happy place by Pissed Off Blue Dudette, and then everyone started cheering her on. I have been waiting to see someone do that for twenty one years. He, he, he, he, he...
Darth Padme's POV:
WHAT!?! You want me to write down my entire day!?! One word for ya, BRIEF. OK, so here's what happened:
*Woke up, punched brother in the face... because. He punched me back... because. Average start to day.
*Watched SSJ V scarf fourteen bowls of Cheerios, Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes. Don't think she knows what she ate. Attempted to embarrass her in front of Fett. Must make sure he's paying attention next time.
*Got scared by Tarken. Need I say more?
*Pantsed random people.
*Punched random Gungan.
*Got away from Vader's class alive.
*Made rude noises and generally disturbed class.
*Started food fight. Note to self: Never let Obi Wan have half my sugar again.
*Am Mashed Potatoes Queen.
*Watched Windu get kicked where he probably didn't want to get kicked.
*Nearly wetted self laughing.
And THATS IT, so BUG OFF!
Jace' s POV: MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Today was the best day of my life. In addition to still being alive after Vader's class, I accomplished a mission so great, that it will go down in history as the greatest moment known to mankind. So great, people will tell it for generations to come. So great, I'm throwing a party at my place for ONLY bounty hunter fans (But not any of the suckey hunters), for today was our moment of triumph. Yes, it is true. I KICKED WINDU WHERE HE SUN DON'T SHINE!!!!!! And then, I uh- ran away. But the point is that it hurt him more than it hurt me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Runs off laughing*
SSJ V's POV:
Ok, a lot of stuff happened today, so I'll just put it all in point form.
*Woke up. Note to self: Boba looks like Albert Einstein on a bad day before seven O' clock in the morning.
*Second note to self: I STILL don't know how I got these clothes on. Must ask Boba.
*Third note to self: Keep everybody who is wearing clean clothes at least two feat away when eating.
*Fourth note to self: Don't call Luke a doushbag.
*Fifth note to self: Tape Leca's jaw to her nose before any class that involves the mention of the name 'Wes'. Will save her from much pain inflicted by Chinow and the rest of the Wes Janson cult.
*Sixth note to self: Zam is cool. Also, if it looks like someone is going to say something that involves a lemon and Boba's father, find strong restraint immediately. Unless I don't particularly like them.
*Seventh note to self: Arrive to Vader's class early, before all the seats in the back row are taken.
*Eighth note to self: Eat lunch wearing a garbage bag.
*Ninth note to self: Find out who supply's Obi Wan's sugar.
*Tenth note to self: Notes to self are annoying. Stop writing them.
OK, so we were following Jango down the hall, Myself having NO CLUE what's going on, Boba seems to think it would be better if he DIDN'T know what was going on. If I were still writing notes to self, this one would sound something like: Be afraid, be VERY afraid.
Just then, we heard this REALLY high pitched scream, sort of like a five year old girl on a three hundred foot roller coaster. Or Mace Windu getting kicked in the wrong area. Boba thinks it's the latter, and he knows more than me about different tortured cries of agony, so I'll go with him on this one.
Did I ever mention that I'm taller than him? He, he, he, he, he... Anyway. He's kind good looking, come to think of it...
Did I just think that!?!?! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Must fix self, bye!
Finally, Boba, the LAST P.O.V.:
Well, my day started off pretty embarrassing actually. I couldn't figure out how to work the stupid Earth alarm clock. Had to get V to turn it off. She looks kinda like that Earthling, Albert Einstein, on a bad day before seven O' clock in the morning. I think I should explain how to put on Mandalore clothing to the rest of my apartment, seeing as I'm the only person who knows how.
A bit of useful information for future reference: Do NOT under ANY circumstances sit beside a hungry 'Saya-Nadian', unless I happen to feel the urge to get sprayed with several unknown substances. Tuned out when weird Vader obsessed girl started talking. I suspect she was trying to embarrass SSJ V, but I can't really tell now.
So, to make a long story short, hate farm boy, hate girl in the front row of Zam's class, hate Wes Janson cult, hate Vader (Damn prick), and- Tarken? Um, ya, lets just move on. Whooped but at the food fight, and I now am following my previously late father down the hall. Right about now, I'm wishing it were for a detention.
SSJ V says she heard something that sounded like Mace Windu getting kicked- er- there. I hope so. Pretty cool kid- for a Say-jin.
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OK, gotta blast! See ya!!
Boba: I STILL say we should force them to wear dresses.
SSJ V: Re-think that for a second. Do you really want to see another guy in a halter top?
Boba:... I see your point.
SSJ V: I knew you would.
DP: Do I get to voice MY opinion?
Boba & SSJ V: Do you have hormones?
DP Yes.
Boba: Then no.
DP:... That's it!
SSJ V: Uh oh.
DP: We're going to write this from different viewpoints!
B& SSJ V: No.
DP: SSJ V, how long have we been friends?
SSJ V: Er, around the end of grade 6/ beginning of grade 7... WHY???
DP: Do you think that, in that time, you have not said anything to me that I can use as some DANG good black mail against you, with 'interesting' results?
SSJ V:...Ship. Ok, POV for ONE chapter, then we'll see what everyone thinks. Anywho, I'm going to go crank up the volume to Bon Jovi and Billie Idle, anyone coming?
Boba: Is she coming? *points to DP*
DP: Do I look psycho to you?
SSJ V: Ya, but what does that have to do with screaming along to Billie Idle?
DP: *sweat drop* No I'm not coming.
Boba: Than I am.
SSJ V: Cool. None of us own Star Wars. HOLLY FRICK THIS WAS A LONG DISCLAIMER!!!!
60 REVIEW SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_____________________^
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Leca's Point of View:
Everyone in the cafeteria (Now minus B& SSJ V) looked at the mess. Everything was now coated with goo of some form or another, including all of the students and teachers. Except Terry, because she has purple hair, and it is completely impossible for purple hair to become dirty, unless you were named after underwear (i.e., Trunks), but that's not really the point right now, so lets continue, shall we?
As I was saying, everyone was staring at the mess, but not me. It wasn't my fault either! I don't think that you would be looking at the giant mess if you were the only person who could hear Mace Windu and Master Yoda strolling down the hall! He, he, strolling minus s and ing = troll. NO! Must think of a way to save own butt! Got it!
"NAIR USER AND MASTER TROLL AT TWO O'CLOCK!"
Well THAT sure got the message across! Everyone including Obi and Luke started running for their lives. I hid under the table just in time to see two pairs of boots stop in their tracks as they surveyed the damage.
"In deep fodder, someone is." Observed Yoda, hobbling past my table. Why the frick does he hobble anyway? I know this must be the most asked question since Episode II came out, but come on, man! Oh, yes, beck to the emanate danger of getting my but kicked by two of the most powerful Jedi to ever live. Did you know that Jedi and Dark Side are now actually in the dictionary? I checked. Right, right, back to emanate butt whopping.
"DIE, KILLER!"
Whoa, who the heck was that? Wow, it's that blue dudette, um, Jace! Ok, so blue dudette is now kicking Nair Man's butt. Ah, I see, Boba Fett house. That explains it. OW! Did she just- oh man, she did! You do not kick a man there girl, no matter how teed off you are! I guess that's why they have protectors there on the Mandalore armor. No, no! Don't do it again- oh, and again, and again, well, OK, so this is pretty satisfying to watch. He, he, he, he.
Mace's POV: (I'm going to have a lot of POV' s, OK?)
It STARTED OFF as a good day, I just woke up, waxed my head, and went down to teach class. Which is where things got ugly. I realized I wasn't wearing pants. Jango is NEVER going to let me forget that one. And they WONDER why I- Oops, off topic. As I was saying, forgot pants, got pants, went back down stairs, started teaching classes.
I should have known that the Force wouldn't let me off that easily. I got the Jango Fett house for first period. I swear, they act more like him than that army the Kamino's made.
As you might know, I help Yoda teach Gym, which basically means I stand there and smile while he whacks me with a stick. Note to self, where belt buckle when dealing with anything with the word 'Fett' in it. Yes, they pantsed me. Several times. Damn kids.
Apparently, YOBI (Young Obi Wan) Didn't have to teach classes this morning. Instead, he decided that it was necessary to knock out Jar-Jar and chain him to my leg using those weird electro cuffs that you can't break with a lightsaber. Blackmailed him into giving me back the keys. Damn kid. Yes, that is my new favorite phrase, do you have a PROBLEM WITH THAT? Damn kids.
Lunch time. Thank the Force for that. I don't think I could have put up with the C3PO house another second. I seriously don't get how Luke puts up with him 24/7.
Yoda and I walked down the hallway. We entered the cafeteria and stopped dead in our tracks. It looked worse than a war zone. "In deep fodder, someone is." Yoda muttered beside me. Most people don't know it, but he actually has a compulsive swearing problem.
All of a sudden, out of NO WHERE, someone shouts "DIE KILLER!" and the next thing I know, I'm speaking eight octaves higher! And again, and again, and NOW all of those Fett house brats are cheering her on! "Help me!" I squeaked at Yoda, and you know what he said?
"Meh, deserve it you do."
Damn troll.
Obi Wan's POV:
OKOKOKOKOKOKOK, GUES WHAT?!?!?!?! I found this SUPER HUGE stash of caffeine AND sugar in a student's dorm yesterday, and they said I could have HALF if I didn't tell anybody! Well, I ate it all *sob, sniff *. There were only about ten kilo grams there. I will find more. I've been searching all morning, but all I found was a sock, so I ate it, and it didn't taste like sugar, so I didn't eat the other sock, but then I realized that maybe the OTHER sock was HIDING sugar from me in it's sock-y goodness. So I ate it, and GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?!?! I need a hair cut! So I took my lightsaber and gave myself a buzz cut. Ha, see, buzz like a lightsaber noise, and buzz like a buzz cut, and bees and when you say bzzz! Which reminds me, I should cut my toe nails.
ANYHOW, so then I went and ran into JAR-JAR! So I said: "WUUUZAAAAAAPPPP?"
And he said: "Obi, have you been a munchin' Qui Gon's brownies?"
So I said : "WOW, QUI GON EATS STUFF!?!?!"
And he said: "Um, mesa gunna find Mace-y Okeyday? Bye, bye!" And he started running away, but he tripped over my leg and I accidentally hit him REALLY hard on the back of his head with the but of my lightsaber, and.. um... Oh, ya! I chained him to Mace-y' s leg! Good ol' Mace-y! Like the time he burnt down half the temple- oh wait, that was me.
ANYWAY, this was about the time that the sugar started to wear off, so I was just sane enough to realize that I was being blackmailed. I gave back the keys. WHAT!?! You would too if someone threatened to tell the entire school- ha, you seriously think I would tell you that?
Right, ANYWHO, so I was a bit late coming into the cafeteria. Apparently, for reasons unknown, eight or so of the students felt it necessary to spray my nice, new, clean tunic with raspberry goo. Naturally, this means war. Naturally, I declared a food fight. Naturally, the first person I hit with the goo was the funky blond kid (Luke). Naturally, that makes ME the king of raspberry goo, which gives me the Force given right to dump stuff down other people's clothing. And the next thing I know some kid screamed something about silver dude, (A/N Jango) who was actually standing, like, five yards away.
So then Silver Dude took Scary Laugh Kid (Boba) and Mondo Freaked Out Hair Kid (SSJ V) and went away, right after they used MY PHRASE! No one can use MY PHRASE except ME! 'I didn't do it' is MINE I TYELL YOU! MIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEE!
ANYHOWSEY, so then Funkified Winged Girl shouts : "NAIR USER AND MASTER TROLL AT TWO O' CLOCK!"
So naturally my reaction is to punch Luke in the face and steal his hiding spot, at which point in time I look over to see Mace-y getting kicked in the not so happy place by Pissed Off Blue Dudette, and then everyone started cheering her on. I have been waiting to see someone do that for twenty one years. He, he, he, he, he...
Darth Padme's POV:
WHAT!?! You want me to write down my entire day!?! One word for ya, BRIEF. OK, so here's what happened:
*Woke up, punched brother in the face... because. He punched me back... because. Average start to day.
*Watched SSJ V scarf fourteen bowls of Cheerios, Lucky Charms and Frosted Flakes. Don't think she knows what she ate. Attempted to embarrass her in front of Fett. Must make sure he's paying attention next time.
*Got scared by Tarken. Need I say more?
*Pantsed random people.
*Punched random Gungan.
*Got away from Vader's class alive.
*Made rude noises and generally disturbed class.
*Started food fight. Note to self: Never let Obi Wan have half my sugar again.
*Am Mashed Potatoes Queen.
*Watched Windu get kicked where he probably didn't want to get kicked.
*Nearly wetted self laughing.
And THATS IT, so BUG OFF!
Jace' s POV: MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Today was the best day of my life. In addition to still being alive after Vader's class, I accomplished a mission so great, that it will go down in history as the greatest moment known to mankind. So great, people will tell it for generations to come. So great, I'm throwing a party at my place for ONLY bounty hunter fans (But not any of the suckey hunters), for today was our moment of triumph. Yes, it is true. I KICKED WINDU WHERE HE SUN DON'T SHINE!!!!!! And then, I uh- ran away. But the point is that it hurt him more than it hurt me! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Runs off laughing*
SSJ V's POV:
Ok, a lot of stuff happened today, so I'll just put it all in point form.
*Woke up. Note to self: Boba looks like Albert Einstein on a bad day before seven O' clock in the morning.
*Second note to self: I STILL don't know how I got these clothes on. Must ask Boba.
*Third note to self: Keep everybody who is wearing clean clothes at least two feat away when eating.
*Fourth note to self: Don't call Luke a doushbag.
*Fifth note to self: Tape Leca's jaw to her nose before any class that involves the mention of the name 'Wes'. Will save her from much pain inflicted by Chinow and the rest of the Wes Janson cult.
*Sixth note to self: Zam is cool. Also, if it looks like someone is going to say something that involves a lemon and Boba's father, find strong restraint immediately. Unless I don't particularly like them.
*Seventh note to self: Arrive to Vader's class early, before all the seats in the back row are taken.
*Eighth note to self: Eat lunch wearing a garbage bag.
*Ninth note to self: Find out who supply's Obi Wan's sugar.
*Tenth note to self: Notes to self are annoying. Stop writing them.
OK, so we were following Jango down the hall, Myself having NO CLUE what's going on, Boba seems to think it would be better if he DIDN'T know what was going on. If I were still writing notes to self, this one would sound something like: Be afraid, be VERY afraid.
Just then, we heard this REALLY high pitched scream, sort of like a five year old girl on a three hundred foot roller coaster. Or Mace Windu getting kicked in the wrong area. Boba thinks it's the latter, and he knows more than me about different tortured cries of agony, so I'll go with him on this one.
Did I ever mention that I'm taller than him? He, he, he, he, he... Anyway. He's kind good looking, come to think of it...
Did I just think that!?!?! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Must fix self, bye!
Finally, Boba, the LAST P.O.V.:
Well, my day started off pretty embarrassing actually. I couldn't figure out how to work the stupid Earth alarm clock. Had to get V to turn it off. She looks kinda like that Earthling, Albert Einstein, on a bad day before seven O' clock in the morning. I think I should explain how to put on Mandalore clothing to the rest of my apartment, seeing as I'm the only person who knows how.
A bit of useful information for future reference: Do NOT under ANY circumstances sit beside a hungry 'Saya-Nadian', unless I happen to feel the urge to get sprayed with several unknown substances. Tuned out when weird Vader obsessed girl started talking. I suspect she was trying to embarrass SSJ V, but I can't really tell now.
So, to make a long story short, hate farm boy, hate girl in the front row of Zam's class, hate Wes Janson cult, hate Vader (Damn prick), and- Tarken? Um, ya, lets just move on. Whooped but at the food fight, and I now am following my previously late father down the hall. Right about now, I'm wishing it were for a detention.
SSJ V says she heard something that sounded like Mace Windu getting kicked- er- there. I hope so. Pretty cool kid- for a Say-jin.
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OK, gotta blast! See ya!!
