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"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ…"

"Obi-Wan, wake up!"

Obi-Wan jerked back into consciousness. He found himself in the darkened hotel room. "What is it? Who's there?"

"It's me, Mace."

"Mace?" Obi-Wan sighed. "Listen, Mace, if you wet your bed again, I swear I'll—"

"No, it's not that. I can't sleep. Can I play the Xbox?"

"Fine, Mace. Just…be quiet."
"Okay."

Obi-Wan yawned and got out of his bed. "And open a window, it's stuffy in here."

Mace pulled back the curtain. Sunlight flooded into the room. Obi-Wan dived under the bed. "The light, it burns us! It burns us!"

"Hey, Obi-Wan, it's not that bad."

Obi-Wan peeked out from his hiding place. "What time is it?"

"Um, about five o'clock."

"Wow, the sun rises that early here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's five o'clock p.m."

"Man, I need to stop taking those sleeping pills." Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes. "Where are Yoda and Adi?"

"They left earlier to go look for the bad guys."

"Right." Obi-Wan headed over to the cabinet. He grabbed a pair of pants and pulled them on. "Okay, I'm going to go find them. You okay up here?"

Mace looked up from his Star Wars Battlefront II game. "Yeah, I'm good."

Just as he said that, the door swung open. Adi and Yoda entered. Adi raised her eyebrows. "So, you're finally up. I was afraid we were going to have to call a morgue."

"No, Adi, I don't need a massage."

"Morgues don't give massages, you idiot."

"They don't? Odd, that's why my mom said Uncle Phil went to the morgue…"

Adi rolled her eyes. "Yet another example of your hopelessness."

Mace looked up from his controller. "Hey, Yoda. I'm playing Star Wars Battlefront II. Do you think I should play Geonoesis?"

"Yes." Yoda grinned at Adi and Obi-Wan. "To play as himself, cheer the bald guy up, it will."

"Bald guy? You mean Mace, right?"
"Oh, his name, Mace is? Wonder about his identity, I did."

Adi shook her head. "I'm surrounded by idiots. And yet, I can't seem to get away from them. Why, author, why?"

"Because, you're the only smart one. There has to be a smart person with all the stupid people, or else the jokes don't work."

They wheeled around. Standing there was a guy in a Darth Vader cape and helmet. Obi-Wan gasped. "George Lucas?"
"No, it's me, the author." Mister Frodo took out a plastic lightsaber. "Dude, this thing rocks. I can whack people with it, and do awesome pointless sword moves. It's like a dream come true."

Adi furrowed her brow. "Wait. If you really are the author, why are you referring to yourself in third-person?"

"Because, I thought it would be nice to do something a little differently." Mister Frodo shrugged. "Anyway, I just stopped by to inform you guys that the bad guys are in a room in this same hotel."

"Why did you tell us this? Couldn't you have just made some weird thing happen that informed us of where they were?"
"Yeah, but I couldn't think of a plot device to do this, so I just came to here myself. Alright, my job's over. Now to go listen to Star Wars music." He jogged out of the room. "It's the better than Green Day, and that's final!"

Yoda stared at Adi. "Happened to us, a lot of weird things have."

"I couldn't have said it better, Yoda, even though I didn't understand a word of what you said." Obi-Wan collapsed on the bed. "Okay, we now know the bad guys are in a room in this hotel. I say we wait in the lobby for them during breakfast, then, when they come to eat, we strike."

"That's actually a good plan, Obi-Wan. Wow." Adi leaned close to Yoda's ear. "I think something's wrong with him," she whispered.

Mace continued playing his video game. He stopped moving his fingers feverishly over the controller. "Do I want to play as Mace Windu? Of course I want to. Who doesn't want to play as themselves?"

"Windu?" Obi-Wan chuckled. "Man, that's a dumb last name."

Adi coughed. "Ahem. Kenobi."

"Ahem. Gallia."

She sighed. "Fine, you win this round. But I'm still leading this insult game by about one million to three."

"Yeah, well, I get an A for Effort, don't I?"

Yoda tapped Adi on the shoulder. "Wrong with Mace, something is. Look at him, you should."

She followed Yoda's gaze to see Mace staring transfixed at the big-screen TV. "Um, Mace? Are you all right?"

Mace just kept gazing at his Star Wars Battlefront II game. "I can't believe it. I…I…I rock. I truly rock. My lightsaber duel may be boring, but I…I…I'm awesome."

Obi-Wan shrugged. "Ah well. Better change his pants before he gets too excited."

"There's no need, Obi-Wan." Mace stood, a fire glinting in his eye. "I am now Mace Windu. I fear no evil, protect all good, and don't wear pull-ups."

Obi-Wan let out a sigh of relief. "That's refreshing. I was so tired of having to change that thing out."

Adi watched as Mace put on a Jedi cloak. "Um, Mace? Are you okay?"

"I'm better than okay, Adi. My streak of being a crybaby, a wimp, a coward, and an idiot are over. In fact, all of my stupidity is over." He grinned. "This party's over."

Yoda nodded. "See the logic in this, I did. Play as himself in Star Wars Battlefront II, Mace would, and turn back into way-too-macho-cool guy, he would."

"Sweet." Obi-Wan turned to the now cloaked Mace. "So, what are you going to do now that you're cool, Mace?"

"I'm going to do what must be done." He crossed to the door. After opening it (because, sadly, he can't walk through walls), he entered the hall.

Adi ran to the doorway. "Wait! What are you doing!"

He glanced back over his shoulder. "Ma'am. Finishing this fight."

Will Mace destroy the bad guys? Can the Jedi find The Cheese Dog before force of evil do? And what of Shaak Ti? Will she ever be rescued? Find out in the continuing incredible story of Jedi Nites