A/N: Yeah, I know its been a while since I wrote a new chapter on this, but it took forever for me to get another idea..
Disclaimer: If Star Wars were mine I'd be REALLY busy with the post production of Episode III.
The Fight-Part 2
Running after him, Mace started screaming, again. Turning a corner, he ran into a room of mirrors.
He hated those things. Macey had only been in one once, a few years ago when he went to the fair, but he hated them nonetheless. Forgetting to use the Force to locate Yoda, he went charging into one of the mirrors, where Yoda's image could be seen.
Smack! Mace's bald head hit the glass mirror with a loud sound. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Macey screamed, holding his head.
Yoda's laugh could be heard in the background, that annoying, mocking laugh that few people could tolerate. Mace Windu was NOT one of the people who could tolerate it.
"I'm going to get you, you little green...DWARF!" He screamed. Yoda, as we all should know, hates being called a dwarf.
"Not a dwarf, I am!" He said, stepping out into the open. Or so Mace thought. He charged again, and-
Splat! Smack! Soon he went crazy, just going in circles, running into mirrors everywhere he went. When Yoda was sure he was going to suffer brain damage if he kept running into the mirrors(most of which, were, by now, cracked) he held Mace still with the power of the Force.
"Apology?" Yoda asked, tilting his little green head. Mace was thinking, I already apologized! but he apologized again. "I'm sorry, Master."
"Lightsaber?" Yoda asked, holding out Mace's precious weapon. "Yes, Master." He took it and clipped it onto his belt, holding his bruised head.
"Now we shall go and have some tea." Yoda commanded, leading the way out of the death trap of mirrors.
"Tea? We never drink tea?" Mace said, accidentally voicing his thoughts. "A new recipe, I have."
Mace groaned. Not more cooking.
A.N: And there it is, probably my most random chapter ever, I was extremely bored so I figured I'd just be random. Hope this makes you laugh!