Title: Temple Scrubbing
Author: Guardian 1 (Yes it's me G1)
Summary: Interesting things happen when you're scrubbing temple floors...
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't be writing fanfiction... (G1's Therapist: *taps foot* and?) *sigh* (and just in case you've been living under a rock) Star Wars belongs to George Lucas... not...(My Shrink: you can do this, come on.) not, not...it doesn't belong to me. (Shrink: and?) and...I make no money. (Shrink: and how does that make you feel?) (Shrink:*is suddenly dead*)
Warnings: I have no idea what this is...so you may just want to leave while you can. And this is my first attempt at fan fiction - just letting you know.
I don't know why I wrote this, it's not funny, more slightly amusing...if anything...
Story: Starts.
Obi: Qui-Gon, my man, you need to relax.
Qui: Shut up. None of this would have happened if you hadn't of ran into the council chambers NAKED screaming about the pumpkin patch man. I don't know what you were thinking! ... *Weird silence* NAKED!
Obi: But he was chasing me...I was scared-
Qui: No. You were delirious. AND NAKED!
Obi: Scared.
Qui: Delirious.
Obi: Scared.
Qui: Delirious.
Obi: Scared times infinity.
Qui: You were too delirious. And you can't times something by infinity; it's not a definite number.
Obi: Can too.
Qui: Can not.
Obi: Can too.
Qui: Ok, Padawan how's this? You don't shut up; you meditate for five days straight...Oh I like that...
Obi: You're so mean to me.
Qui: Yes but that's why you love me.
Obi: (Mutters) If I was delirious it was because you poisoned me. You dirty no good...
Qui: I'm right here.
Obi: (more muttering) Damn stupid Jedi hearing...I bet you poisoned me, you stupid...
Qui: *Glares and pulls out lightsaber*
*An hour later*
Obi: I'm bored.
Qui: If scrubbing the temple floor was supposed to be interesting we wouldn't be doing it.
Obi: I'm hungry.
Qui: At least you're not NAKED, and screaming about a pumpkin man spitting seeds at you.
Obi: That's all well and good, but I'm still hungry.
Qui: So eat.
Obi: There's nothing to eat.
Qui: There's soap.
Obi: I don't feel like eating soap.
Qui: Then stop complaining.
Obi: Though your leg is looking pretty good right now.
Qui: What do you mean right now? *glares* I have the sexiest legs in the world...
Obi: *Snorting*
Qui: Are you laughing?
Obi: No, dying of starvat-
Obi: *Suddenly has a mouth full soap*
Qui: There is a reason I am the master...
*Another hour passes*
Author: *Is getting intensely bored*
Obi: *Is sleeping*
Qui: Obi-Wan. Padawan... Wake up.
Obi: *Snoring softly*
Qui: *Smiles and picks Obi up very carefully*
Obi: *Keeps sleeping*
Qui: *Looking like a crazy maniac...drops Obi in the pool conveniently near by*
Obi: *Keeps sleeping...*
Author: *Barks like a goat*
Story: *Ends*
Well, you can't say you weren't forewarned. But since you went to all the trouble to read all that, logic clearly states that now you must review...doesn't it?
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Author: Guardian 1 (Yes it's me G1)
Summary: Interesting things happen when you're scrubbing temple floors...
Disclaimer: If I owned them I wouldn't be writing fanfiction... (G1's Therapist: *taps foot* and?) *sigh* (and just in case you've been living under a rock) Star Wars belongs to George Lucas... not...(My Shrink: you can do this, come on.) not, not...it doesn't belong to me. (Shrink: and?) and...I make no money. (Shrink: and how does that make you feel?) (Shrink:*is suddenly dead*)
Warnings: I have no idea what this is...so you may just want to leave while you can. And this is my first attempt at fan fiction - just letting you know.
I don't know why I wrote this, it's not funny, more slightly amusing...if anything...
Story: Starts.
Obi: Qui-Gon, my man, you need to relax.
Qui: Shut up. None of this would have happened if you hadn't of ran into the council chambers NAKED screaming about the pumpkin patch man. I don't know what you were thinking! ... *Weird silence* NAKED!
Obi: But he was chasing me...I was scared-
Qui: No. You were delirious. AND NAKED!
Obi: Scared.
Qui: Delirious.
Obi: Scared.
Qui: Delirious.
Obi: Scared times infinity.
Qui: You were too delirious. And you can't times something by infinity; it's not a definite number.
Obi: Can too.
Qui: Can not.
Obi: Can too.
Qui: Ok, Padawan how's this? You don't shut up; you meditate for five days straight...Oh I like that...
Obi: You're so mean to me.
Qui: Yes but that's why you love me.
Obi: (Mutters) If I was delirious it was because you poisoned me. You dirty no good...
Qui: I'm right here.
Obi: (more muttering) Damn stupid Jedi hearing...I bet you poisoned me, you stupid...
Qui: *Glares and pulls out lightsaber*
*An hour later*
Obi: I'm bored.
Qui: If scrubbing the temple floor was supposed to be interesting we wouldn't be doing it.
Obi: I'm hungry.
Qui: At least you're not NAKED, and screaming about a pumpkin man spitting seeds at you.
Obi: That's all well and good, but I'm still hungry.
Qui: So eat.
Obi: There's nothing to eat.
Qui: There's soap.
Obi: I don't feel like eating soap.
Qui: Then stop complaining.
Obi: Though your leg is looking pretty good right now.
Qui: What do you mean right now? *glares* I have the sexiest legs in the world...
Obi: *Snorting*
Qui: Are you laughing?
Obi: No, dying of starvat-
Obi: *Suddenly has a mouth full soap*
Qui: There is a reason I am the master...
*Another hour passes*
Author: *Is getting intensely bored*
Obi: *Is sleeping*
Qui: Obi-Wan. Padawan... Wake up.
Obi: *Snoring softly*
Qui: *Smiles and picks Obi up very carefully*
Obi: *Keeps sleeping*
Qui: *Looking like a crazy maniac...drops Obi in the pool conveniently near by*
Obi: *Keeps sleeping...*
Author: *Barks like a goat*
Story: *Ends*
Well, you can't say you weren't forewarned. But since you went to all the trouble to read all that, logic clearly states that now you must review...doesn't it?
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