Excuse time! My computer crashed and when my dad transferred the files to the new one he forgot to transfer this one, but I had already e-mailed it to Darth Padme, so I had to get her to e-mail it back and then I turned thirteen and then I had two major projects due and I'm working on a third for Monday and it was Halloween and *breath* Ok, ya, that's it. Anyway, it's extra long to make up for it! ^______________^

OK people, here we go:

Somebody: Hmm... graphically inflicting pain on those of us too stupid to know a blaster from a thermal detonator (a.k.a., Mace Windu fans)? Sounds cool! Great plan!

Lady Rouge: He, he. Amazing how many people agree with us on this topic.

Culf: Yup, I can arrange that ^_^!

Lightbulby29: You will see... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! - ^_^!

Jace & The Katt: OUCH! No, I did not know that! What book did that happen in? Jeeze, man! Damn jet packs.

Obi Wan J.: #1) Ok #2) Sure #3) TOTALLY! #4) It's like that captain Typo dude's suit, only black and red. Cool, eh? Thank Jace!

Darth Padme: TO BAD! (He, I get to be extra nasty to you because you're my friend.)

Dragonlet: * bows * Yes, I am evil. Thank you! By the way, for hair like Vegeta's, all you have to do is drop a radio in the bathtub that you're standing in! No amount of hair spray works. I've tried.

Darth-minime-evil: Even though you didn't technically review, you have annoyed me enough in real life to force me to write you in to this chapter. @_@ Eleven-year-olds are evil.

SSJ V: Ok then, now that I'm done that, let me warn you about how mentally damaging this chapter is.

Boba: You WILL leave with less brain cells than you started with. Suckers.

SSJ V: Totally.

Boba: Yep.

SSJ V: Sure thing.

Boba: No doubt.

DP: * sigh * Because some people are feeling a bit to immature to announce the disclaimer-

SSJ V: Correct.

Boba: Your information is accurate.

DP: We do not own Star Wars. Or much else, for that matter.

SSJ V: As a side note, the fact that this chapter is # 13 is fairly ironic, due to the fact that I'll be thirteen on Thursday.

Boba: You stopped. I win.

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SSJ V's POV:

Ok, Ok, calm center, V, calm. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE CALM WHEN I'M FALLING FROM A ONE THOUSAND STORY BUILDING, DANG IT! Right, I got it! Think back to that episode of Dragon Ball Z where Gohan taught Videl and Goten to fly! Thinking- thinking- WAIT! I MESSED THAT EPISODE!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Darth-minime-evil's POV: OK, so I was having a pretty normal day, when I realized something fairly- well, just pretty damn bad, actually.

Woosh

Woah, that was cool! Oh, pretty colours.

Woosh, Woosh, Woosh

Why are they all running away?

Sensible side of Brian: Because you're juggling several lightsabers when you're supposed to be IN CLASS!

Other 99% of brain: Oh, ya! Whose class am I supposed to be in anyway?

SB: Boba F-

O: THAT'S ENOUGH OUT OF YOU! Wait, did you just say that I'm skipping BOBA FETT'S CLASS?

SB: Yes.

Both:... RUN!

So I was running through the halls, just minding my own business, when out of nowhere, Mr. Shiny, Gold and annoying as Frick slams into me. "I beg your pardon, Mr.-"

"Evil."

"Yes, well, I believe that you are supposed to be in class."

Oh Sh-

"Well?"

"Uh . . ." I really need a better come back. So anyway, he- is it even a he? - Took me to the office. It's actually pretty obvious of what I thought when I got there.

"Hi, I'm Dragonlet, what are you in for?" Asked the girl in a black robe strikingly similar to Darth Maul's sitting in a chair opposite mine.

"Skipping."

"Really, that's it? I'm here for blowing up all of the toilets on the Jar- Jar level."

"Woah, that's a lot of toilets."

"Yup."

Just then, a giant, freaky, gray- thing walked into the room.

"Hello, I'm your principal. You can call me Ms. We."

SB: No, don't say it.

O: But, it-

SB: NO.

O: I-

SB: Absolutely not!

O: I can't help it!

"Utensil."

Taun we: "What did you say?"

Me: "I uh, have to go."

Taun we: "Where?"

Me: "To spoon- I mean- class!"

Taun We: "Alright, I suppose I could let you off with a warning this time-"

Me: "Thank you, gotta run!"

Ok, so I was running, and running, and then I did some more running, and then I ran, and then I stopped just out side of class to ponder this thought: What do you tell a guy who wears enough fire power on his person to take out a small army, when you're late for his class?

Well, I was saved from having to use my brain by a loud: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" as SSJ V, my sister's friend plummeted past the window- wearing jet packs? Gosh, I've tried some pretty stupid tricks to get out of class before, but, DANG, MAN! Oh ya, find someone to stop her before she falls to her death.

"MIIIIIISSSSSTTTTTEEEEERRRRR FFFEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"

After I got the class' attention, I proceeded to explain my situation.

"AndthenWOOSHandsheflewpastthewindowlikeKAPOWandthejetpackswhentlikeSPLUTand FAPOOFandnowshe'sgunnabealllikeSPLATSQUISHand-ya!"

Hey, it got the message across anyway. He pulled an Obi and JUMPED OUT THE WINDOW! A few seconds later, he came back in, carrying a very- green I think would be the best word, to be subtle- SSJ V.

She wobbled around a bit before spouting the stupidest line that I have ever heard come out of her mouth. And between you and me, that's saying something.

"Oh- Haddo dair Mr. Big Boba Guy Dude, I'm having to goes kill yous fer being mean and volsunteering mees to die. Bu-Bye." (Translation: Oh- Hello there Mr. Big Boba Guy Dude, I have to go kill you for being mean volunteering me to die. Bu-Bye.")

She stumbled around a few times before finding the door, so I just took a seat by my sister (Darth_ Padme), Leca, and Lighbulby29, before we got on with class. Now there is only one thought on my mind:

Does he have to pay for that window?

Boba's POV (young):

That's it, if she dies and I'm stuck with no one who I can beat up several times a day and still have them not get seriously T' d off, HEADS WILL ROLL! (A/N Ha, ha, get it? Jango- heads- OK, it's not really that funny, but still).

Ding

The elevator doors opened to reveal SSJ V! . . . I'm not exactly an expert here, but- is that colour natural?

"Hia Boba- what am I doing here again? Oh ya- killing you."

"Uh . . ." OK, I can't really blame her for wanting to do that. If I had fallen off a one thousand-story building, I would do that too. Only, - let's leave the actual dying to someone else, shall we?

"Ok, which one of you is you!" She yelled, for no actual reason that I can think of at the moment.

"Hu?"

"Look, there are four of you, but only you can be you so they are not you because you are you so therefore there are no funky chickens in the vicinity."

"What?!?" Right, perhaps I should recommend an extra long stay at the medical ward . . . "Ugh, listen, I'm to green/ adrenaline rushed to be coherent. Ignore everything I say that ends in the word chicken."

Dad walked up behind me. You know what? I'm pretty sure that this is his fault. If I had less then half a brain, I would do something about that.

"You two should get back to class." And with that, he blasted off to Force knows where. That's it, as soon as classes end, I'm beating up someone from the Windu house before I vent on someone who evolved past Neanderthal.

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Porky Pig: Ebedi, Ebedi, Ebidi, That's all folks!

SSJ V: Where did he come from?

Boba: 0.o

DP: *whistles innocently *

SSJ V: RIIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHTTTTTT. Anyhow, a note to Culf, I'm working on your character, but it might be kind of confusing, all right?