This is a ridiculously short story, if you do not like it, then I suggest that you eat a lightly grilled weasel on a bun. And NO, this is not considered a story by me. Just a short blurb.
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Chewing Pink Bunnies
For Koshi huggles
One day, General Grievous was all alone on a very boring planet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a pink bunny, which was really odd, because pink bunnies didn't exist in his galaxy.
His artificial back stiffened.
For some entirely unknown reason he thought it completely odd (and not to mention wrong) that he knew what a pink bunny was, so he decided to eat the pink bunny just to make a point despite the fact that there was no point in making a point.
Now for some unknown reason Nute Gunray who had just magically appeared out of nowhere (which is somewhere, sorry) voiced aloud the question: Why is it so pointless to make a point? Really, why does it matter if there is no point to make anyways?
His Neimoidian back stiffened.
For some entirely known reason he thought it completely odd (and not to mention wrong) that he should be sticking up for the Abomination, so without further ado he vanished in a puff of green smoke, which was really purple (I'm hallucinating that I'm colour-blind, sorry).
Just as Grievous had finished his first bunny, he soon realised that he had no mouth, and then got to wondering how he could have eaten that bunny if it was impossible to chew. So, for the sake of further harming your precious sanity, Grievous decided to go look for a reason to be able to chew.
Five hours, and sixteen strawberry milkshakes later and Count Dooku realised that his galaxy most likely did not make milk shakes, which was a shame because he had become very fond of the drink in the last three hours and a half. So just because he could he went and started nagging on Grievous (though how he found the cyborg is one of the oddest mysteries in the world, which he later found the answer to after he had suffered from a milkshake-coma a day later).
"What are you doing?" the Count asked.
"None of your business," Grievous replied, blowing up a round of pink bunny fluff (though the Count was none the wiser).
"What DID you say?"
"That is also none of your business," Grievous stated, blowing up another round of fluff, only this time it was MORE fluff.
"Are you eating something?" the Count asked, flabbergasted. He looked at the bits of decapitated pink somethings sticking out of the cyborg's vocabulator. "How on earth can you eat pink bunnies (which is really odd for I have never seen anything like it before) when you are mouthless?"
Grievous shifted his eyes back and forth, and said, "If you do not know then I shall never tell!"
Out of the corner of Dooku's eye, he could have sworn that he saw a harassed looking teenage boy with black hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead (in the center, if you please). He was holding a sign that said: Help me, save me, Grievous is a madman, and I have no idea how I got here, etc, etc . . .
Then Grievous ate Dooku, and this is where I end my not so tragic tale. Though I might add that the pink bunnies conquered the galaxy with a moldy parsnip and some sleeping pills, Obi-Wan got a job at Taco Ion Canon where he made the Force be with you Taco's, and Nute Gunray discovered where babies really come from.
The end (and lucky for you, heh)!