"I don't understand how I could have lost!" exclaimed Obi-Wan, sitting in Mace Windu's office.
"Well , Obi-Wan, maybe they just wanted a, you-know, younger looking man..."
"What?!" yelled Obi-Wan, standing up. "I AM young!"
Mace shifted from foot to foot, looking uncomfortable. "I think that it might be..." he said, mumbling the last few words.
"What was that?!" Obi-Wan said, moving closer.
"I said, maybe they don't like the beard...."
Horrified, Obi-Wan jumped back. Not like the beard?? How could this be?! This was a disaster!
"That's impossible!" he exclaimed, "Qui-Gon won all those titles before me and he had a beard!"
Mace looked over at Obi-Wan. "I know, but that was twenty years ago. I think the women are tired of that now. I think they miss the old, clean shaven you. Sure, there are still you like you no matter how you look, but that won't help you win!"
"Hmm..." Obi-Wan said, pondering. Maybe Mace did have a point. He did used to look extremely ravishing before...
"I think you're right." Obi-Wan said finally.
"I am?" Mace replied, taken aback, "I mean, of course I am!"
Obi-Wan turned to face his friend, and looked him straight in the eye. "I am going to shave off my beard! Then Obi-Wan Kenobi will reign again!!"
*Should I continue on? Or stop now?*