Chapter 3. pointless idiodicy cubed.

"I like to play my music." Beats bongo drums wildly "I like to play it all day." Beats drums wildly again "if you ask me what my favorite song is." beats drums wildly again again "This is what ill say." Mace Windu opened his mouth to say his final line after wailing on the bongo drums again, but Obi Wan interupted. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" "That's not my favorite song!" Mace looked down at his bongos...and started playing again. "I like to play my music." Beats bongo drums wildly "I like to play it all day." Beats drums wildly again "if you ask me what my favorite song is." beats drums wildly again again "This is what ill say." Again, he opened his mouth to say his next verse. and again, he was interupted by Obi Wan. "I'll slap you if you dont shut up!" "THAT'S NOT MY FAVORITE SONG EITHER OBI WAN! LET ME FINISH IT! YOU DON'T KNOW MY FAVORITE SONG!" Mace shouted. "I like to play my music." Beats bongo drums wildly "I like to play it all day." Beats drums wildly again "if you ask me what my favorite song is." beats drums wildly again again "This is what ill say." Yet again, Mace opened his mouth, but this time, Qui Gon interupted. "OMFG SHUT THE F UP! IF YOU DON'T! I'LL CUT YOUR BONGO DRUMS UP SO MUCH, YOU'LL START CRYING! THEN, I'LL HAVE TO CUT YOU UP TOO BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR WHINING LITTLE BABY CRYING ALL THE TIME EITHER! SO SHUT THE F UP!" Mace Windu slid his drums away and said in a hushed tone. "my favorite song is hit me baby one more time..." "Why do we have to do this!" Anakin said, laying out more fake grass. "Beacause, everything has to look nice and beautiful." Padme replied. "But you already do." Anakin said, getting closer to Padme. "NO! I don't! Have you seen all the hairs on my legs? And to top it off, i have a HUGE pimple on my head! SEE?" Padme lifted up her hair to reveal a large, overpowering pimple. "Well, there could be a few... Little changes. But still, the inside is what counts." Anakin stated. "The inside? That's even worse! I...-" Anakin held up a hand to stop her. "That's all i can take... Where's my mommy?" Anakin ran inside. "Finally... I can get this job done by myself and not have someone screw it up all the time..." "MOM! Padmes being mean!" Anakin yelled, running to her arms. "Oh, sweetheart... DID SHE HURT YOU?" "No mother, she didn't, But... But... SHE HAS HAIR ON HER LEGS!" "Oh, don't worry about that, prescious. I have hair on my legs too." Shmi lifted up her long, dirty skirt to reveal hair like that of Sasquatch. "AHHHHHH!" Anakin ran into his room. "So much hair... So much hair... EVERYWHERE!" Anakin thought as he fell into his bed. "Good thing i shave..." Anakin looked down at his legs. "So smooth..." "AHHHHHHH!" Anakin woke up sweating and screaming. "Phew.. it was only a dream." Anakin looked down at his legs to see all his hair was... GONE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' Anakin yelled, then fainted.