SSJ V: ARG!!! This is practically being written by you guys!!! Thank you, now I don't have to use my brain that much.

Boba: That much? How about 'at all'?

SSJ V: Hey, it's taking SOME brain to plot to make Ryan's head explode!

DT: That's why you got me to help you.

SSJ V: ...Yes...but... damn you!

Boba: I don't really want to know, do I?

SSJ V: No.

DT: Right, anyway, we don't own Star Wars. Yet. *Ominous music plays* MWA, HA, HA!

SSJ V: Hm, that's creepy.

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NO, nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon ononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononononon o!

Come on, think! There must be a way out of this! ...I seem to be saying that a lot more often lately. AHA! Eureka!

Omnipotent viewer person POV (a.k.a. Third person):

"You said 'talent show', correct?" Boba smirked.

"Yes..." Katt answered.

"So that means that we don't have to SING."

Jace looked put out. "Why do you have to be the one with a brain, dang it?"

"Because he's the only one who's ever going to need it." Leca explained. "Oh, pretty bird!"

"Well, if you're going to ruin my day, and not allow me and every other being in the Universe to laugh as you humiliate yourself, then what, pray tell, are you going to do?" Said a voice- from- ah what the heck, you're the omnipotent reader; it was from the freaky looking cat sitting on SSJ V's head. Wait a second...

"AHHHH, DEMON CAT, DEMON CAT, DEMON CAT, DEMON CAT!!!" SSJ V screamed. "KIIIIIIIIILLLLLLL IIIIIITTTTTTTT!"

"Ah, lets not!" It yelled, hopping down. This would have been when everyone realized that it had a light saber strapped to it. This also would have been when everyone took a large step back. Also, this would have been when everyone started to seriously doubt their sanity.

"I need a physiologist." SSJ V sighed.

"I need a pacemaker." Boba grumbled.

"My name is Lord Cheshire. I'm extraordinarily annoying. I'm going to show up whenever you are in a very awkward and or inappropriate situation. Goodbye." *poof*

"Hey, I want to poof!" Jace complained.

"Wow, that was creepy." Katt inferred.

"Yousa said it!" Yelled yet ANOTHER USO (Unidentified Scary Object). Just as everybody was about to break the glass and jump out the elevator, a Gungan dropped from the roof.

"Me first!" Yelled Leca, pushing over to the glass.

"No, no! Yousa no doin' dat! Meesa okeeday! My name is Clones-For- Breakfast!"

"Come again?" Boba replied through gritted teeth.

"Ya, clones don't taste that good. Hypothetically speaking, of course." SSJ V amended, noting the odd looks she was receiving.

*Ding*

"Oh, look, that's our stop. Well, we'd better go before he kills you." Leca grinned, pushing her companions out the door.

The trio ambled down the hall, and unlocked the apartment, and knocked each other out of the way for about five or so minutes, trying to be the first ones back in. Boba won, so SSJ V accused him of cheating, so Boba explained *slowly* that you can't cheat when you have no RULES. Naturally, this led to a fight, which would of course lead to Boba being struck by an epiphany.

"V, I need your help."

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DME bounced on the bed, supposedly owned by his sister.

"Why?"

"Because it's mine!"

"Why?"

"Because if you don't get off, I'll boot your scrawny hind parts to kingdom come!"

"Why?"

"BECAUSE I SAID SO!"

"Oh. OK."

DT stood with a look that screamed 'Why didn't I kill him when I had the chance?' plastered on her face, as DME walked past her into the small kitchen/ dining room/ lounge.

"I'm gunna go pants Windu. See ya in twenty!"

"... Wait for me!"

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Obi Wan looked at Darth Maul.

Darth Maul looked at Obi Wan.

Obi Wan looked at Darth Maul.

Darth Maul blinked.

"HA, I win! You have to help me!" Obi Wan grinned.

"What do you have in mind?" Maul growled.

"You remember that joke we played on Qui Gon last year?"

Darth Maul smirked. "Of course."

"Like that, only with Windu and a dress."

"You think it will work?"

"Are you kidding? That guy's going to have a break down any second! We just need to help him out a bit."

Maul raised an eyebrow. You would really be surprised how much of a prick this guy could be, once you got to know him. Which was why he hung around him. . . unless Obi Wan was on an incredible sugar high, but that's besides the point. The point is that. . . Hm, I guess he didn't actually have a point. Oh well, thinking time later, fun/evil time now. And how fun this would be.

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DUN, DUN, DUN DUUUUUU!

See ya all next chappie!!

Lots O' Laughs,

B& SSJ V