Title: Escape Plan Alpha
Author: Saavikam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ok, we all know I don't own Star Wars. Thankx, as always to my
awesome beta reader, Miss B.
Escape Plan Alpha
"Situation Assessment: Not good. Very bad. Plan: What plan? I'm supposed to have a PLAN?! COME ON!!!!!!! Whadda think this IS? I don't exactly EXPECT to get trapped in a bathroom with a big walking balloon that looks like it ran away from the freak show!!! This is NOT part of my training! Oh, wait.door. That's a door. Handle.maybe.I could.ahh.TURN the handle and ESCAPE!!!," Obi frantically contemplated to himself as he turned the knob.
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor, stars in his eyes, a doorknob in his hand, a bump on his forehead, a cat leaning over him, and the sickening realization that his plan had failed slowly beginning to dawn on his pain clouded brain.
"Ungh.why me? Why does this never happen to Ajila? Or Master? Or anyone else but ME?! That's it. I give up. It's official. I'm CURSED!"
"Boo?" the cat inquired, leaning over to lick Obi's face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh no you don't! Get away from me or.or.," Obi struggled to find a decent threat. "Or I'll hurt you," he finished in his most menacing voice as he whipped a toothbrush off the counter and waved it in the cat's face.
The cat was NOT impressed.
Realizing he looked about as threatening as a four year old trying to take on a 600 pound sumo wrestler, Obi dropped the toothbrush and pressed himself against the door. Looking through the hole where the doorknob used to be, he came face to face with Poofy.
"Ok, NOT GOOD. I think I'm going to be sick," he groaned.
"Boo," Poof and the cat agreed in perfect unison.
A/N- If you don't know who Ajila is, you must not have read my fic "Skiing and Love." You might want to, just so you know who Ajila is because I plan on bringing her into this fic.
Author: Saavikam
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Ok, we all know I don't own Star Wars. Thankx, as always to my
awesome beta reader, Miss B.
Escape Plan Alpha
"Situation Assessment: Not good. Very bad. Plan: What plan? I'm supposed to have a PLAN?! COME ON!!!!!!! Whadda think this IS? I don't exactly EXPECT to get trapped in a bathroom with a big walking balloon that looks like it ran away from the freak show!!! This is NOT part of my training! Oh, wait.door. That's a door. Handle.maybe.I could.ahh.TURN the handle and ESCAPE!!!," Obi frantically contemplated to himself as he turned the knob.
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the floor, stars in his eyes, a doorknob in his hand, a bump on his forehead, a cat leaning over him, and the sickening realization that his plan had failed slowly beginning to dawn on his pain clouded brain.
"Ungh.why me? Why does this never happen to Ajila? Or Master? Or anyone else but ME?! That's it. I give up. It's official. I'm CURSED!"
"Boo?" the cat inquired, leaning over to lick Obi's face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh no you don't! Get away from me or.or.," Obi struggled to find a decent threat. "Or I'll hurt you," he finished in his most menacing voice as he whipped a toothbrush off the counter and waved it in the cat's face.
The cat was NOT impressed.
Realizing he looked about as threatening as a four year old trying to take on a 600 pound sumo wrestler, Obi dropped the toothbrush and pressed himself against the door. Looking through the hole where the doorknob used to be, he came face to face with Poofy.
"Ok, NOT GOOD. I think I'm going to be sick," he groaned.
"Boo," Poof and the cat agreed in perfect unison.
A/N- If you don't know who Ajila is, you must not have read my fic "Skiing and Love." You might want to, just so you know who Ajila is because I plan on bringing her into this fic.