The next morning, Anakin went to Lafayette's house to pick him up for work. Lafayette came out with a cheerful "Bon jour!" Anakin studied him for a moment.

"Wow," he said "It's amazing how a simple change of clothes can make a guy look just…like…me…" It was true. Lafayette's hair was braided to one side: the sign of the Jedi Padawan Learner. He was also wearing a brown tunic, boots and even a lightsaber.

"I figured," said Lafayette "Eef I'm going to be just like you, I'd bettair start with zis!"

"That's disturbing," said Anakin "But, okay!" At first, Anakin thought the idea of Lafayette copying his every move was funny, but as the day wore on, he found that Lafayette was also copying his every mistake, like slipping and breaking a load of dishes. Later that afternoon, Anakin and Lafayette were at the grill when Anakin started whistling "American Pie". Lafayette started doing the same. Then, Anakin accidentally dropped his spatula. Lafayette also dropped his spatula. Anakin took his hat off, Lafayette followed suit. Anakin put this hand on the grill, so did Lafayette. Anakin grinned slyly, Lafayette couldn't take the pain much longer.

"…eeeyyyYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" he screamed, yanking his hand off the grill and waving it around frantically.

"Ah HA!" cried Anakin, triumphantly taking his hand off the grill and deactivating the hologram that disguised his cybernetic hand and forearm. "You're copying me!"

"Oui," said Lafayette, just as his nobleman's lace glove caught fire.

"Why?"

"So I can get as many awards as you!"

"Well, it's getting on my nerves, so stop it!"

"'Stop eet'"

"Say, you're pretty good."

"Ah HA!" "Ah HA!"

"Damn." "Damn."

"Everything you know is wrong. Black is white and short is…" "Everything you know is wrong. Black is white and short is…"

"…pickled onions!" "…pickled onions!"

"…moon rock." "…moon rock."

"…shmubawuba." "…shmubawuba."

At least I'm safe inside my mind. At least I'm safe inside my mind.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The duo raced out of the Krusty Kenobi and out onto the streets.

"Stop copying me!" Anakin yelled.

"Zere's no award for zat!" Lafayette yelled back. As they were running and yelling, they passed Gabe who was reading the newspaper for job listings. Lafayette's badge fell off and landed at Gabe's feet. He looked down and picked it up.

"Well," he said "I guess it's safe to go back to work now." Meanwhile, Anakin had taken a small stock of knives out of his tunic.

"I'm the knife thrower champion of Fruitville!" he boasted. Lafayette pulled knives out if his chest pocket.

"Me too!" he yelled. Anakin grinned, malevolently.

"I call this one The Laundry Shredder!" he yelled, spinning the knives in all kinds of complex ways. Lafayette couldn't keep up. He kept stabbing himself, Anakin emerged unscathed. "Ha!" he said "Not a scratch on me!" right when his clothes fell to the ground in shreds. Turning a strange shade of crimson, Anakin grabbed a newspaper to cover himself.

"I don't think so!" said Lafayette, ripping up his uniform. The next competition was even more painful. Instead of ripping up their clothes, they were repeatedly slicing their own arms. Blood was running down their bodies in streams.

"Not so great being me now, is it?" said Anakin.

"Are you kidding?" said Lafayette "I used to do zis long before I started copying you!" Then, the blood loss started to get to Lafayette. Growing increasingly dizzy, he collapsed to the ground. Anakin retracted his metal saber (yes, Anakin has two sabers: his lightsaber and the Skywalker Saber which is a magic blade) and ran up to his house…only to find that it wasn't his house. Lafayette had re-done his house to make it look exactly like Anakin's, only Lafayette's door was further to the left, so Anakin ran right into the wall, leaving a bloody imprint on it.

"My turn!" yelled Lafayette, running into the same spot. Anakin ran inside his real house and collapsed to the floor from exhaustion and excessive blood loss. He woke up about 2 hours later in bed with his sliced arm bandaged up. Nightshot came up to him with a glass of water.

"Rough day at work with the newbie?" he said, handing Anakin the glass which he gratefully accepted.

"A living Hell," said Anakin, taking a swig of water and heaving a sigh. "I want the old Gilbert Lafayette back," he said, mournfully "But all he wants to do is be me!"

"Why don't you try turning the tables on him?" Nightshot suggested. Anakin's eyes lit up. That was a brilliant idea! Anakin got out of bed, went to his closet and swapped his Jedi tunic for a blue colonial general's uniform. He went back outside.

"Bon jour, world!" he said, in Lafayette's French accent "I am zee Marquis Gilbert de Lafayette and I weesh I were moi and not Anakin!" Lafayette walked up to Anakin, scowling.

"What's so great about being a big French loser?" he said, very bitterly, right when Anakin's colonial wig fell off. "I rest my case."

"Come on, Gil," said Anakin "I want you back! You're one of the closest friends I've got." Lafayette stood defiant. Just then, a delivery truck drove by and stuck a trophy package in Anakin's mouth.

"Oh, great," said Lafayette, seething "What's eet for ZIS time?" Anakin spit out the package, removed the trophy and read the inscription.

For Doing Nothing Longer Than Anyone Else

Gilbert de Lafayette

"This one's for you!" cried Anakin. Lafayette stared in disbelief for a moment and grabbed the trophy, grinning widely. They swapped their clothes back and everything was back to normal.

"So," said Anakin "What are you going to do now?"

"I'm going to protect my title!" said Lafayette and he ran back inside his house. Through the window, Anakin saw him fall onto his bed and promptly go to sleep. Anakin went back inside. Nightshot was sitting at the table with a hot mug of coffee. He turned when Anakin came in.

"Well?" he said.

"Mission accomplished, little bro," said Anakin. Yes, in a town like Fruitville, significance can be found even in a Frenchman.

The End

And that's how it all goes down. Hope ya liked! Please review! Thanx!