SSJ V: OK, these have just been bugging me for a while:

#1) What the FRICK is with homework? I believe that homework is pert of the reason that 49% of Canadians are over weight, because they have to sit at a table and do nothing! I don't believe that people should have to do homework. At least not four pages of science, five in math, and two major LA projects due over the weekend, but THAT'S JUST MY OPIION, I could be wrong.

#2) More people need to read my friend's darth_trinity and her little brother darth_minime_evil's stuff. Force them to update with SPAM REVIEWING!! MWAHAHA! *cough*

#3) How much wood could a wood chuck, chuck, if a wood chuck could convince Jean Cretian that he's murdering Canada?

Ya, that is my r- oops, don't want to rip off Miller- that's my BI-

Boba: NOT allowed to say that.

SSJ V: Damn it.

DT: Ya, that's a bi-

Boba: HELLO! Are we all deaf here?

SSJ V: What?

Boba: -_-

SSJ V: Anyway, Dragonlet, YOU DID NOT LOOSE! Everyone just kind of ended up beating on someone... ya. And Obi Wan and Maul were both awesome, and should have teamed up and kicked the butt of the galaxy. Except Kamino. And then the Fetts would have helped. And I would laugh. MWA, HA, HA! And... um... Ya, we don't own Star Wars, but we're helping Darth Mini Me Evil try to take over Lucasfilm.ltd

See ya in a few!



The gang plodded up the stairs towards Jango's classroom. They would have actually gone faster, but they had to drag SSJ V up five flights of stairs.

"Finally!" Culf and Young Solo high fived as they walked into the classroom. Boba grinned. Scarily. Very scarily. Obi Wan Jenobi leaned over to whisper to SSJ V.

"Is he OK?"

"He's never OK, he's just less OK than usual." Jenobi nodded carefully and tried not to make eye contact with Boba as they walked into the room.

DME (Darth Mini Me Evil) was sitting in the front row, looking very-um, exited?

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe he (etc.)"

DT walked over to her brother. "DME? DME? Um..."

DME slowly turned to look at DT. "Whoa, Exorcist moment." Falcon whispered to Twissie as they took seats as far from the demonic child as possible.

"I'm-going-to-meet-him." DME said, slowly. He now had the attention of everyone in the class who was not worrying about the rocket launcher positioned at the front of the room, a.k.a., DT, Jace, Leca, Boba, and SSJ V. After all, how much worse can being blown to bits be than becoming some unidentified species' pancake brunch?

Jace stepped slowly towards DME. "Who are you going to meet?" Unfortunately, a sensible question had come much too late for the kid who was simply staring at the board.

"That's kind of freaky." Leca observed.

"Oh, I know what he means. Stupid over there is just waiting to see Sir Shines A Lot." DT smirked, sitting beside Katt.

"Hey!" Boba snapped. No one said anything. Someone coughed. Everyone was quiet.

"OH I WISH I WERE AN OSCAR MIER WIENER!" Lightbulby29 and Chinow jumped up on the desks, quickly followed by Marian, Erica, and Jenobi.

"THAT IS WHAT I TRULY WANT TO BE, FOR IF I WERE AN OSCAR MIER-

"Take your seats." Said a calm voice from the front of the room. SSJ V whistled innocently before ducking behind Boba. Everyone else pretty much did the same. Boba cast a look at Solo and smirked.

//I know you know something that I don't know.\\ SSJ V glared at him... well, actually his back, because there was no way in heck that she was taking that last seat, conveniently directly in front of the rocket launcher.

//Why would you say that?\\

//Because you ALWAYS know something that I don't know. Now, out with it.\\

//You'll see.\\

//...You suck. \\

//At least my non-animated nose couldn't puncture a balloon. \\

//....\\

// I win. \\

"I will be teaching you about bounty hunting."

A robed- and oddly enough- bald girl sitting in the front row raised her hand.

"I thought that we were learning how to write bounty hunting serious."

"If you learn HOW to hunt, then you will UNDERSTAND how to write about it." He answered, slightly annoyed.

"At the end of one month, you will all go on a trip to test your skills, which means that I have a lot to teach you and not much time. My partner, Zam, will- yes?"

The same Windu fan in the front row put down her hand. "Is there something going on between-

"Woops!" SSJ V exclaimed as she aimed the rocket launcher towards the girl.

The girl edged her desk away and proceed to become extraordinarily interested in her papers.

Twissie swore that she heard a 'He-he-he' coming from underneath the armored man's helmet, before he continued.

"My partner Zam will be helping me teach this class, but she had her hands... full."

Blaster fire exploded outside of the class room door, as a group of Ewoks ran by, squealing their equivalent of a scream, chased by a miffed looking changeling.

"GET BACK HERE, YOU OVER SIZED HAMPSTERS!" "SQEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"*Cough* Anyway, you will be attempting to capture your assigned quarry within a week, so I suggest you look into your survival training. You will already have shelter, and SOME food rations, but you will still need to learn the Earth military approved survival pattern."

SSJ V groaned. First Aid, Fire, Shelter, Signal, Food. She smelled another Out Door Ed coming on. Which probably meant that Jango would be attempting to make the students look back upon those so near days as 'Hell week'. And if Zam was helping, they could probably make it a little worse than her other previous experience of cold hungry and pissed off. Dang...

The rest off the time in class was spent by making spit balls, paper Nubians, kicking random people's chairs, and beating up the Windu girl. And, uh, learning too.

Boba, SSJ V and Leca pushed through the crowd in an attempt to get to their apartment.

"Who ever knew that walking could be a contact sport?" Leca pointed out, as they crapped themselves into an elevator with Jace and Katt.

"So, what are you three doing?" Katt asked.

"Excuse me?" Boba replied. Of course the only one in the school with manners is the bounty hunter, which- is- kind- of- strange... moving on...

"You know, the mandatory singing contest. All of the students have to participate." Jace explained. Boba looked like he was just on the edge of a heart attack.

"Oh. Dang. Um, I guess I call... Rock You, by Helix." SSJ V smirked. (For all ye poor souls who have not heard rock you, it, well, rocks!)

"Fine, I call you spin me right round!" Leca yelped.

Boba stood there. "No. Way. In. Hadeys."

"May I repeat, mandatory." Jace smiled. What could have possibly made SSJ V think that Jace wanted to see him sing? Who was she kidding, that would be hilarious.

"When hell freezes over for the fifth time, Chewbacca speaks perfect English, and C3PO gets a girl friend."

They heard a beeping outside the window, and turned to see 3PO, a silver droid, and the devil in a speeder outside the window.

"Hello, my young companions." Chewie said in a British accent. "Have you met C3PO's girlfriend yet? And, Mr. Lucifer will be staying with me for the next three days, because his home froze over for the FIFTH TIME just now. Anyway, ta, ta!"

"...What the frick just happened?"

"You just got suckered into singing in front of about four thousand people."

" !@#$"

See ya dudes, it's ten and I've got a concussion, which explains the nonsensical story line.

Porky Da Rap Masta Pig: Yo, yo, yo, dats all folks!