A/N: I am really out of ideas. Nobody reads this until after I post it, so I have no idea if I'm being funny or just stupid. So please review and tell me. Thanks to everybody who reviewed, because you are cool.

Weird that was indeed," Yoda commented, turning off the T.V. "Made time normal again, you did," he added to Chewbacca.

No duh, Shorty, Chewy retorted.

"What I want to know is where that girl who spoke Wookie ever went," Obi-Wan commented. Leia scowled at the implication that she didn't speak Wookie, but since she didn't, there wasn't much she could say.

"She probably died. I bet I killed her," said Anakin cheerfully.

"Thanks a lot, dude, now we'll never know how to talk to Chewbacca," snapped Obi-Wan. Everyone stared at him. "What?" he asked crabbily.

"Since when do you say 'dude'?" asked Qui-Gon curiously.

"I just do, okay?" retorted his apprentice.

"Well, somebody never got past being a crabby teenager," the older Jedi huffed.

"I wasn't crabby as a teenager."

"No more than usual," laughed Anakin.

Can we please get back on track here?

"See, he agrees with me," said both Anakin and Obi-Wan at the same time. They glared at each other, then turned to Chewbacca.

"Who do you agree with?" they both asked.

Nobody. You're both idiots.

"See, he agrees with me!" said both of them. The pair started fighting irrelevantly.

"If you're in a freaky story on the internet and you know it, clap your hands! If you're in a freaky story on the internet and you know it, clap your hand! If you're in a freaky story on the internet and you know it, then your sanity will really blow up, if you're in a freaky story on the internet and you know it clap your hands!" sang Mace Windu.

"Master Windu make a berry, berry big deescobery!" exclaimed Jar Jar. "Wesa in a freaky story on the nenteret."

"Internet," corrected Mace Windu.

"Is that what?" asked Padmé, mimicking Yoda talk.

"Huh?" asked Windu.

"What is that?" repeated Padmé, deciding to hold off on the Yoda mimic until she could really speak Yoda talk.

"Yousa no spake like Master Yoda," commented Jar Jar.

"I know snapped Padmé.

"The internet is a big thing that people go on off of their computers to put freaky stories about us on it and laugh at each other's. I am the first to discover that fact," announced Windu.

"Doubt it," muttered Qui-Gon, but Windu didn't hear him.

"So what's our story about?" asked Anakin.

"It's about everything that happened to us since Leia found out that Han was related to her."

"Ahh, but what genre?" asked Anakin. "Adventure? Action? Story about Anakin Skywalker?"

"That's not a genre," retorted Obi-Wan.

"Is too!"

"Only in your mind, my very young apprentice."

"I'm older than you!"

"Okay, you're like, forty, and I'm, like, eighty. No you're not."

"Don't worry, Ben," said Luke. "You're not that old. You just look old."

Anakin giggled girlishly.

"Actually, it's probably a romance/drama," said Leia.

"Oh, everything's a romance with you, isn't it," snapped Han.

"Yep," she answered cheerfully. "Well, except for the parts that's drama."

"So we're in a soap opera?" asked Qui-Gon, liking the idea.

Windu cleared his throat. "Ahem, actually, Leia is half right. It is sort of a romance, but there's a second genre. Can anybody guess what it is?"

Obi-Wan smirked. "Well, we do have Anakin. It must be a horror story."

"Oh, thanks," said Anakin enthusiastically. "It's great to know that I can affect the whole genre!"

Everyone stared at him. "Not being sarcastic, he is," whispered Yoda.

"Must be a freak show," laughed Qui-Gon.

"If freak show it is, circus there must be."

"Mesa wanna be lion! Mesa wanna be lion!" You can guess who said that.

"I'll be the trapeze artist," put in Padmé.

"I'm the tightrope walker," claimed Leia. "Luke can be the clown."

"I'll help," said Anakin. "I'll be a clown too.

The Padawans ran up and barked like seals.

"Animal trainer, I will be. My assistant, Dooku will be."

"Why am I in this story?" complained the Sith.

"Because need an assistant, I do."

"I'll be the ringmaster," called Qui-Gon.

"Hey, I wanted to be the ringmaster," complained Obi-Wan.

"Flip a coin," retorted Padmé. "Loser gets to be the other acrobat."

"Never mind," exclaimed Obi-Wan quickly.

"And Chewbacca can be the dancing bear!" exclaimed Han.

"And you can be the ring boy," snapped Leia.

"What's that?"

"You help with the animals, pick fleas out of their fur, clean up their dung, and so on."

"Or, I could just be the freak show," said Han desperately.

"Okay. But you need an act. Maybe you can get trampled."

Han gulped. "Worry, you must not. Only a story, this is. Kill you, writer will not."

"Unless she's in a bad mood," put in Windu helpfully. Everyone glared at him. "But, of course, she probably won't be writing when she's in a bad mood."

"What happens to us when she's not writing?" asked Dooku. "Or when she finally decides to end it?"

"Then that is the end for our world," said Qui-Gon dramatically. Unfortunately, he was right.

"What we have to do is make sure she never stops writing this story," said Obi-Wan.

"So we'd better have a funny circus scene, because if people don't like it, then we'll all die!" exclaimed Anakin. Everybody stared at him.

"Were you actually following the conversation?" asked Padmé nervously.

"Yup."

"But you never follow the conversation!"

"Hey, it's a life or death thing, okay. I want to know what's going on. Maybe I'll have to do aggressive negotiations, and how stupid will that look when I win and I don't know what I was negotiating in the first place."

"So if we tell you it's a life or death situation, you'll pay attention?"

"Yup."

"Okay, I'll have to remember that for when I'm telling you to clean up."

"How is that a life or death situation?"

"Umm, you're setting an example of procrastinating and not finishing what you started for the writer, so she won't finish writing the story and we'll all die."

"Okay, let's make the circus scene engaging and funny."

Han blinked. "But we're never engaging and funny. It's just the situations we're in."

"Well," retorted Qui-Gon. "We'll have to make ourselves be engaging and funny, because we can't control the situations we're in."

"Oh."

Padmé clapped her hands. "Alright, everybody, lets go practice!"

Qui-Gon scowled. "I thought I was the ringmaster," he complained.

Padmé glared at him. "You're also an idiot. Do you want to practice or not?"

Qui-Gon gulped. "Uhh, right, whatever you say. I'll just announce things. You're in charge."

"Thank you," said Padmé primly. "Now, let's go try to organize our act so we'll be funny."

"I just had a thought," said Dooku. "If we're just a story on the internet, how did the person come up with the idea?"

"From somebody else's idea. It's called fan fiction," explained Windu.

"So if the person who first wrote about us isn't writing about us, than do we exist at all?"

"Well," he retorted, "If we're just a story about a story, than did we ever exist?"

Jar Jar smiled cheerfully. "Nope! Wesa no exist, 'cause wesa not real!"