SSJ V: Wow, I'm back! Dang, it's been along time, I mean, I came scarily
close to getting a LIFE there. *Shudder* Ha, actually no I didn't, I was
just writing my main story. Needs a better name than Adventures of a 1/8th
Magically Abel Pre-Soon-to-be-Teen Demon. Hm. ya. I also have about one
hundred reasons not to play truth or dare at a party. Mwa ha, ha, hiding
behind sofas so that you don't get picked is my best advice to someone in
that situation. Anyway, I'm doing something DIFFERENT! I can't find my
story on ff. Net so I can't remember exactly what I was doing, therefore
I'm writing this about the prank that I'm pretty sure was about to get
pulled on Windu.
Boba: *Eye twitches*
SSJ V:.? Um., are you OK?
Boba: Of course, why would you assume that something is wrong? After all I HAVE BEEN DOING ABSOLOUTLY NOTHING FOR OVER TWO MONTHS!! TWO-FRICKIN'- MONTHS!!! OBVIOUSLY I'M OK!
DT: V, cut to the story before we all go hard of hearing would ya?
SSJ V: That's the smartest thing you've said. ever, actually.
DT: Hm- true.
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Obi Wan used his new makeshift stool to climb into the vent.
"That's my face!" Maul complained as soon as Obi had taken his boot out of it's 'foot hole', a.k.a. Darth Maul's mouth.
"Well maybe if it didn't look the same as what you find in the trash can in back of a modern art museum, I wouldn't- well actually, I would have done that anyway. Come on!" Obi Wan urged, taking the cloth out of Darth Maul's hands and hurrying through the vents.
Darth Maul hulled himself up behind him and re-shut the air vent. "Are you sure that you know where you're going?"
"How do you think everyone in the temple except me ended up wearing only polka dotted lederhosen and matching purple spandex for a month?"
". I'm going to kill you."
"Hu?"
"That was during the intergalactic super villain apprentice finals. The ones that were broadcasted ALL OVER THE GALAXY. "
"Um. you won!" Obi reminded him. This was not the place that you would really want to pick a fight if you knew that you were eventually going to resort to lightsabers, because a) no where to run if you begin to loose, and b) it's a confined area, you'd probably end up chopping off you own nose. You ever wondered how Obi Wan got that buzz cut to begin with?
"That's only because the guy with asthma saw the lederhosen then screamed and ran away!" Maul growled.
"Could we wait on the attempted murder of myself until we finish this?" Obi Wan pointed to the *interesting* weapon of choice in his hand.
"Well then hurry up, I don't want your unmentionables in my face any longer than they have to be there."
"Not like I- hey, what are they doing?"
SSJ V, Boba, Darth Trinity and Darth Minime Evil stopped in front of the vent. DT handed them all glue, spray paint, and hair that looked like it came from a certain unfortunate Wookiee.
"I thought that we were just going to pants him." DME said.
"What's more fun kid, pantsing him, or gluing Wookiee hair on his head?" Boba asked him.
"Rhetorical question, Darth." SSJ V notified him as he began to answer.
"Maul, we have to hurry or those kids will beat us to the punch. Not literally, do not take that literally. It's an expression, DON'T-!"
*THWACK!*
"What was that?" Boba asked.
"Giant sewer rats." DT answered.
"It was in the air vents. and we're on the nine hundredth floor. The sewer is down. Nine hundred floors. Far. That way."
"Fine, captain perfect, giant air vent rats." SSJ V said peevishly.
"It doesn't make sense, don't even try." DME informed him, walking off towards Mace's room, followed by the others.
"Move it Maul, before I decide that you not needing to wear makeup to have a black eye is more important than the complete embarrassment of Mr. Shiny." Obi Wan growled rubbing his chin.
"Mr. Shiny?"
"I was four. It gave me nightmares."
Maul raised an eyebrow- or, you know, he would have if he had them, and followed Obi Wan through the vents.
"Why is there a frying pan sticking through here?"
*ten seconds ago*
"Hey, where are you guys going?" Marian Blond asked the four pranksters.
"To give Windu a nervous breakdown, and then to hunt down and eliminate the giant air vent rats who are in collaboration with the bloodsucking squirrels and the evil noseless midgets who are slowly eating all the sugar in the Universe. Why?" DT asked nonchalantly.
"OH MY GOD, NOT THE SUGAR!" Marian screamed. "DIE, YOU EVIL, EVIL MONSTERS, DIE!" With that, she took out her magical frying pan of doom and slammed it into the wall and through the side of the air vent.
*back to Obi and Maul*
"I don't know, just chop it off or something so we can get through."
"Alright."
*Back to. the other people*
"AH, MY FRYING PAN!" Marian screeched as the molten end came off in her hands.
"HOLLY BLASTER!" Ha, OK, so they didn't really say blaster. You get it, anyway.
Marian shrugged and pulled out a new frying pan.
"Those are some DAMN technologically advanced air vent rats!" SSJ V exclaimed. Boba whacked his head against the wall.
*Back to insane duo number one*
"Well crawl over that thing and lets go!" Maul whispered.
"Alright, alright. It's just here anyway." Obi Wan opened up the vent to reveal the room of Nair Master Windu. Wouldn't that be a cool name for a rapper? Like, hey dawg, it's NAIR MASTA WINDU in da HOUSE. Or not, you know. ANYWAY. they dropped into the room and opened up his closet, stealing all of his clothes and replacing them with the ones that they brought along, before sealing the IN shoot for the laundry shut (this is Star Wars, I think they would have progressed enough so that you could sit on the couch in your underwear all day and not have to do more than put your laundry in one shoot and have it come back in another, people) and jumped back through the vent just in time for the four- now five- to sneak into the room, glue the Wookiee hair on his head, and spray paint stubble on his face then run like screaming idiots (which for the most part they were) down the hallway. Also, he then got pantsed by another group of pranksters. Don't ask how, he was wearing a nighty.
*The next day*
Mace Windu walked into the teachers lounge. Coffee simultaneously came out of every single person's nose in the room. Jango took several pictures and quietly walked away to blow them up and post them on a billboard or something. Qui Gon and Darth Sidious went away to look for Obi Wan and Maul. Lando left to see how much Jango wanted for a few of those pictures. Older Boba Fett silently made a videotape from inside his helmet and left to see how much he could get for it. Zam followed Jango to help him with the really BIG billboards. Everyone else except for Yoda excused themselves to the washroom before the wet themselves laughing.
"What's wrong with everyone?" Asked the formerly bald master.
"Screwed up you are. Told you yet, have I?"
Mace was about to return the comment, when he looked in the mirror. Then fainted.
"Hm. Odd he is. Though wonder where he got the pink dress, I do."
That's all for now folks! Now if you'll excuse us, the voices in my head seem to think that I should plan a hostile takeover of Tim Hortens, and then all of the donut shops in the world. 'Till then!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
Boba: *Eye twitches*
SSJ V:.? Um., are you OK?
Boba: Of course, why would you assume that something is wrong? After all I HAVE BEEN DOING ABSOLOUTLY NOTHING FOR OVER TWO MONTHS!! TWO-FRICKIN'- MONTHS!!! OBVIOUSLY I'M OK!
DT: V, cut to the story before we all go hard of hearing would ya?
SSJ V: That's the smartest thing you've said. ever, actually.
DT: Hm- true.
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Obi Wan used his new makeshift stool to climb into the vent.
"That's my face!" Maul complained as soon as Obi had taken his boot out of it's 'foot hole', a.k.a. Darth Maul's mouth.
"Well maybe if it didn't look the same as what you find in the trash can in back of a modern art museum, I wouldn't- well actually, I would have done that anyway. Come on!" Obi Wan urged, taking the cloth out of Darth Maul's hands and hurrying through the vents.
Darth Maul hulled himself up behind him and re-shut the air vent. "Are you sure that you know where you're going?"
"How do you think everyone in the temple except me ended up wearing only polka dotted lederhosen and matching purple spandex for a month?"
". I'm going to kill you."
"Hu?"
"That was during the intergalactic super villain apprentice finals. The ones that were broadcasted ALL OVER THE GALAXY. "
"Um. you won!" Obi reminded him. This was not the place that you would really want to pick a fight if you knew that you were eventually going to resort to lightsabers, because a) no where to run if you begin to loose, and b) it's a confined area, you'd probably end up chopping off you own nose. You ever wondered how Obi Wan got that buzz cut to begin with?
"That's only because the guy with asthma saw the lederhosen then screamed and ran away!" Maul growled.
"Could we wait on the attempted murder of myself until we finish this?" Obi Wan pointed to the *interesting* weapon of choice in his hand.
"Well then hurry up, I don't want your unmentionables in my face any longer than they have to be there."
"Not like I- hey, what are they doing?"
SSJ V, Boba, Darth Trinity and Darth Minime Evil stopped in front of the vent. DT handed them all glue, spray paint, and hair that looked like it came from a certain unfortunate Wookiee.
"I thought that we were just going to pants him." DME said.
"What's more fun kid, pantsing him, or gluing Wookiee hair on his head?" Boba asked him.
"Rhetorical question, Darth." SSJ V notified him as he began to answer.
"Maul, we have to hurry or those kids will beat us to the punch. Not literally, do not take that literally. It's an expression, DON'T-!"
*THWACK!*
"What was that?" Boba asked.
"Giant sewer rats." DT answered.
"It was in the air vents. and we're on the nine hundredth floor. The sewer is down. Nine hundred floors. Far. That way."
"Fine, captain perfect, giant air vent rats." SSJ V said peevishly.
"It doesn't make sense, don't even try." DME informed him, walking off towards Mace's room, followed by the others.
"Move it Maul, before I decide that you not needing to wear makeup to have a black eye is more important than the complete embarrassment of Mr. Shiny." Obi Wan growled rubbing his chin.
"Mr. Shiny?"
"I was four. It gave me nightmares."
Maul raised an eyebrow- or, you know, he would have if he had them, and followed Obi Wan through the vents.
"Why is there a frying pan sticking through here?"
*ten seconds ago*
"Hey, where are you guys going?" Marian Blond asked the four pranksters.
"To give Windu a nervous breakdown, and then to hunt down and eliminate the giant air vent rats who are in collaboration with the bloodsucking squirrels and the evil noseless midgets who are slowly eating all the sugar in the Universe. Why?" DT asked nonchalantly.
"OH MY GOD, NOT THE SUGAR!" Marian screamed. "DIE, YOU EVIL, EVIL MONSTERS, DIE!" With that, she took out her magical frying pan of doom and slammed it into the wall and through the side of the air vent.
*back to Obi and Maul*
"I don't know, just chop it off or something so we can get through."
"Alright."
*Back to. the other people*
"AH, MY FRYING PAN!" Marian screeched as the molten end came off in her hands.
"HOLLY BLASTER!" Ha, OK, so they didn't really say blaster. You get it, anyway.
Marian shrugged and pulled out a new frying pan.
"Those are some DAMN technologically advanced air vent rats!" SSJ V exclaimed. Boba whacked his head against the wall.
*Back to insane duo number one*
"Well crawl over that thing and lets go!" Maul whispered.
"Alright, alright. It's just here anyway." Obi Wan opened up the vent to reveal the room of Nair Master Windu. Wouldn't that be a cool name for a rapper? Like, hey dawg, it's NAIR MASTA WINDU in da HOUSE. Or not, you know. ANYWAY. they dropped into the room and opened up his closet, stealing all of his clothes and replacing them with the ones that they brought along, before sealing the IN shoot for the laundry shut (this is Star Wars, I think they would have progressed enough so that you could sit on the couch in your underwear all day and not have to do more than put your laundry in one shoot and have it come back in another, people) and jumped back through the vent just in time for the four- now five- to sneak into the room, glue the Wookiee hair on his head, and spray paint stubble on his face then run like screaming idiots (which for the most part they were) down the hallway. Also, he then got pantsed by another group of pranksters. Don't ask how, he was wearing a nighty.
*The next day*
Mace Windu walked into the teachers lounge. Coffee simultaneously came out of every single person's nose in the room. Jango took several pictures and quietly walked away to blow them up and post them on a billboard or something. Qui Gon and Darth Sidious went away to look for Obi Wan and Maul. Lando left to see how much Jango wanted for a few of those pictures. Older Boba Fett silently made a videotape from inside his helmet and left to see how much he could get for it. Zam followed Jango to help him with the really BIG billboards. Everyone else except for Yoda excused themselves to the washroom before the wet themselves laughing.
"What's wrong with everyone?" Asked the formerly bald master.
"Screwed up you are. Told you yet, have I?"
Mace was about to return the comment, when he looked in the mirror. Then fainted.
"Hm. Odd he is. Though wonder where he got the pink dress, I do."
That's all for now folks! Now if you'll excuse us, the voices in my head seem to think that I should plan a hostile takeover of Tim Hortens, and then all of the donut shops in the world. 'Till then!
Lots O' Laughs,
B& SSJ V
