DM: Hmmm…

OB1: What was that strange noise?

DM: I think that's called an editors' note

OB1: Oh…what's an editor

DM: I don't know

C3PO: Why the heck am I here?

R2: *zap*

*C3&R2 disappear*

W: We don't even have an editor…yet

R: I'm an astronaut

W:…

OB1: Master…I'm scared

DM: Yes, I sense a disturbance in the fork

OB1: mmm…mango juice

DM: Wait, I thought we had tea

OB1: Well I wanted mango juice, so I got some out of that container

DM: The one that says "diplomat poison"?

OB1: Yeah

DM: ok…

OB1: Well…it tastes like mango juice

DM: That's probably this toxic gas messing with your taste buds.

OB1: Hmm…is that so…*shrug*

DM: I think they're trying to kill us

OB1: Why would you say that? *he is enveloped in poison gas"

DM: *sigh* I'll just save us I guess

OB1: *passed out*

DM: *cuts through the doors and drags OB1's lifeless body along behind*

*Evil french Furibys surround them*

OB1: *wakes up* I like lightsabers

EfF: AHHHH HE'S GOT A LIGHTSABER THINGY…WE SURRENDER

*author's note: we hate the french*

(As the EfF's run off, DM looks around for an exit)

OB1: Master, I think we can escape through these very tiny air vents

DM: Hmm…I think it better to use the door marked exit

OB1: But they'll expect that

DM: *stares* how dumb can you be? They're just EfF's

OB1:…I like lightsabers

*Dm walks out the exit mumbling something about stupid apprentices*

(DM and OB1 stumble upon the federations cargo ships and quickly thumb a ride back to the planet Tabooine)

*Tspinner's unofficial officially personal note*

T: The following series of events may contain animal violence; however, no animals were actually hurt in the making of this fic…unless you think of Patrick or Waves is an animal in which case I must appologize.

*End Tspinner's unofficial officially personal note*

*Rocks' unofficial officially personal note*

R: Hey…how come I don't get an unofficial officially personal note…wait

*End Rocks' unofficial officially personal note*

*Waves' unofficial officially personal note*

W: I take offense to that above message

*stage hand approaches*

SH: *whisper*

W: *Shocked* you have got to be kidding me…I'm sorry, apparently I have been classified as my own genus and species. So…yeah…Who's decision was that anyway?

*Tranquilizer dart hits Waves*

Australian accented man: Crickey,, he's a big one!

*End Waves' unofficial officially personal note*

(On the planet Tabooine DM and OBI find themselves face to face with a strange creature)