Disclaimer: I don't own Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Siri or any other creations of the masterful George Lucas. Nor do I own Whose Line Is It Anyway? or any of the games in it.
Jedi Apprentice: Whose Line Is It Anyways?
Chapter 7: Party Quirks
Qui-Gon: Welcome back everyone to Whose Line Is It Anyway? The place where the---what is it this time, Padawan?
As Qui-Gon spoke, the four Jedi Padawans stood up, and Obi-Wan slowly walked forward.
Obi-Wan: Master, we've realized that this game couldn't possibly have anything to do with our trials.
Siri: Right, and we have a petition to end this. We are willing to take it to the Council.
Qui-Gon: Let me see it.
Siri hands the petition to Qui-Gon.
Qui-Gon: There aren't many signatures… And you forged Master Yoda's. Back to the game.
Bruck mutters to Garen.
Bruck: I knew we shouldn't have done that.
Obi-Wan: Master, will you reconsider?
Qui-Gon: You already know my answer.
Obi-Wan sighs and returns to his seat, the others soon follow.
Qui-Gon: Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the next game. It's time for Party Quirks! The game is for everyone. Obi-Wan, you are hosting a party and the rest are the guests, only they have strange quirks and personalities. Obi-Wan will have to try and guess what they are in the end. You may start when you are ready.
Obi-Wan: Master?
Qui-Gon sighs before turning to look at Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon: What is it this time, Padawan?
Obi-Wan: You do know that revenge is not the way of the Jedi.
Qui-Gon: And you know that padawans must respect their masters wishes.
Obi-Wan pouts, but gets in position.
Obi-Wan: Wow, my first party. I'm so excited. Let's see, I have the chips, the dip, even some of those ronto burgers everyone loves. I hope my guests arrive soon.
The doorbell rings. Obi-Wan answers the pretend door and Garen walks up.
Obi-Wan: Hello Garen, you're the first one here. Want some food or something?
Garen: How can I eat when it's about ready to begin?
He stares off into space.
The ewok runs past once more carrying a new sign for the audience to read. It says: Spectator at a podracing match, who ends up loosing a bet.
Garen: C'mon, move it will you? Who cares if your engine isn't working properly, push it to the limit! You're almost there… Just a little bit more.
Obi-Wan: Ok Garen, you need to get some sleep.
The doorbell rings and Obi-Wan answers the pretend door again. This time Bruck walks forward haphazardly, and nearly runs into Obi-Wan.
The ewok runs past carrying a new sign that reads: Drunken spacer in a cantina.
Bruck: How're ya? Can e have a drink?
Obi-Wan: No¡ I think you've had enough.
Bruck walks forward and stumbles, saving himself by grabbing a hold of Garen's tunic.
Garen: NOOOOOOO! It's all over. He starts crying. Why couldn't you hold on longer? Why? I lost everything!
Bruck: Have one of these man¡ It will make you feel better.
Hands pretend drink to Garen and then passes out cold. See above
Obi-Wan: That was interesting¡ I wonder if my last guest is going to arrive anytime soon.
The doorbell rings and soon Siri comes forward.
Obi-Wan: Why, Siri, so good of you to---
Siri: Silence. You are not to speak unless I tell you to. And you are to refer to me as ma'm.
The ewok runs by with a new sign saying: Drill Sergeant.
Obi-Wan: Why would I want to do that?
Siri: Who is in charge here? You guessed it, me. Now do as I say!
Obi-Wan: Yes, ma'm.
Siri: Now drop and give me twenty.
Obi-Wan: Isn't that a little extreme, Siri.
Siri: You are not to speak! You!
Siri points to Garen.
Siri: At attention, and for galaxy's sake act like a man!
Garen does as she says, still mock weeping.
Siri: And you!
She goes over to Bruck and kicks him in the shin. Bruck opens a eye and looks at Siri.
Siri: On your feet, now! We will have order or my name is not, Siri Tachi!
BUZZ
Qui-Gon: Can you guess who they are?
Obi-Wan: Well let's see. Garen was a gambler on some race and lost.
Qui-Gon: Podrace, yes. What about Bruck?
Obi-Wan: He's acting drunk.
Qui-Gon: I'll give it to you. Now, what about Siri?
Obi-Wan: She was being quite bossy.
Qui-Gon: And?
Obi-Wan: Was she some sort or army officer?
Qui-Gon: A drill sergeant. Good job everyone, a thousand points a piece; not that it counts for anything. We might be back later, but I feel it's time for a break for these Padawans---
All four panelists rush for the door.
Qui-Gon: And I don't know if I will be able to get them back again soon. So, until next time, thank you for watching: Whose Line Is It Anyway?
AN: This chapter I'm sorry to say is the end of this story. I've had a blast writing it, but I've come to the point where I can't think up anything new. I want to thank everyone for reading and for making this so much fun to do. Maybe someday in the future I will pick this story up again, but right now it is complete. I want to give a big THANK YOU to my awesome reviewers: L Moonshade, Sam, Pineylife, Captain Arianna Trouble, Cerasi, and Riley and Ewan McIrving. Thank you everyone for reading my crazy little story.