The young humanoid watched the cloaked man with a child's bright eyes, hungry to learn from his master. Sweat dripped from his tattooed face as he struggled to grasp the difficult concept Darth Sidious brought before him.
"You see, my apprentice," Sidious intoned as two brightly colored pastries broke free of the toaster, "The flavor is the most important aspect of all. Why would anyone want a plain PopTart when a frosted one could be had?" Maul looked up at his master reverently, amazed as his wisdom and insight.
"Never a plain PopTart," he repeated carefully, "But always a frosted one." Sidious nodded, a gesture of validation he rarely allowed his apprentice. Maul bowed reverently to the older man. "I will remember and cherish your wisdom, my Master."
Many years later, beads of sweat dripped down the face of another young apprentice. Obi-Wan watched in seething frustration as his Master fought the tattooed Sith Lord. He was trapped behind an inpenetrable barrier, and could only look on helplessly. In several seconds, the doors should open and he could be free to help his Master.
Unfortunately, the doors didn't open soon enough. Qui-Gon, one of the greatest Jedi to ever grace the order, was tiring. The tattooed Sith recognized his weakness and found an opening, hitting the Jedi with the hilt of his lightsaber. Qui-Gon was momentarily knocked off balance, and the Sith took this window of opportunity to thrust his twin-bladed lightsaber through Qui-Gon's body.
"NOO!" Obi-Wan felt the word exploding from his own mouth before the horror of what was happening had fully recognized in his mind. It'll be okay, he thought, as his Jedi training began to overrun his instincts of panic and anger. Calm down. Focus your mind. Find the Force. The doors began to open, and he prepared to rush at the Sith Lord and show him what the Jedi could do.
Darth Maul watched as the Padawan screamed, his lips curling into a victorious snarl. Obi-Wan was no match for his Sith skills, especially in his deranged condition. As the boy popped out of the opening doors, something tugged at the back of his dark mind. Something important he was missing. Heat...opening doors...I remember, my Master! I know what is wrong!
"NOO!" cried the Sith Lord, echoing the Padawan's cry. "I wanted a frosted Obi!!"
~the end~
Sorry guys, it's based on an old joke from my high school group of friends...good old Brian. ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it!