Chappter Seven: Asylum Break

Disclaimer: I don't own STAR WARS nor do I want to have such a huge responsibility. ( I'm very absent-minded)

A/N: I changed the title of the whole story because I decided the other didn't fit it too well. For now the title might seem a bit random, but that will clear up later in the story...

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NO IT ISN'T! has nervous breakdown

I'm ok...

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Anakin and Padme were led into the white building and down a white corridor and into a white lobby and were seated in two plushy white chairs. The room was underfurnished with only the few chairs they sat on and a large-sized white armchair that stood in the corner of the room. They sat down without a word as if their voices were crushed by menancing whiteness of the room. Then a figure entered the room. He was bony and stocky. He was dressed in all white ( as to be expected), his mouth curved into a sly smile and his eyes glittered upon seeing the couple. It seemed as if his mind had cavernous plans forming as he slowly and confidently walked torwards with wide, relaxed strides. He straightened his white doctor's hat, and sat down into the equally white armchair across from them. He put his hands together and had a composed look on his face as he made himself the large and dominating figure in the room.

" Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker, how nice to have you here.." His croaky voice rang out and echoed across the room. He waited for a response or greeting but finding only Padme's stone gaze he continued on with his elegant speech.

"Now before we begin with our tour and getting you settled down, there's one more thing..." he trailed off. Anakin gulped. Padme straightened her posture.

The doctor animatedly jumped up from his armchair, put his hands together, and yelped like a little girl:

"Can I have your autograph!"

Anakin was thoroughly surprised and managed only to stutter.

"Sssure'"

The doctor ushered off to get some paper and pen. Padme could hardly believe they were in a professional medical center and rolled her eyes. After the doctor received his autograph he led them onto a tour of the hospital. Each white corridor seemed exactly the same as he led them down saying:

" And this is our kleptomaniac division... And this is the pyromaniac one... And this one is the kleptomaniac and pyromaniac simultaneously... And this, I think you'll like Mister Anakin..."

"Master Anakin for you" gruffly answered the Jedi Master.

" Err.. right... Master Anakin... this is the fangirl division.. They've all gone crazy being crazy over how hot you are... You should visit them sometime, they'll be so happy."

Anakin shuddered with the vision of how he would enter and be stampeded by crazy teenage girls. As the tour came to an end the doctor smiled and said,

" We're so happy to have you with us, we always knew you'd come here eventually! Being the weird hot guy you are!"

Anakin smiled uncomfortably. Padme at the time was feeling neglected No senator fan girl division huh? Well, you know what! I don't want your stupid senator fangirl division anyways!

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As they settled down into their white room together, Anakin lay down on the cot and gazed up into the ceiling. A knock came at the door bringing dinner.

"Oh, Monseir! We're so excited to have you here! We've even made you a desert, look it's a little cake in the shape of a lightsaber!"

Anakin started gulfing down his cake as the cook left the room. Padme made an unexpected outburst:

" THAT'S IT WE'RE LEAVING! I'M TIRED OF THIS PLACE!"

"Honey, what's wrong with it? I think they have good service and besides, we can't leave even if we wanted to!"

"That's why we're escaping!"

"But!"

"No buts! Use the Force to remove the glue that's gluing this window shut"

"Fine, very well"

Anakin stood and began to progress removing the glue, but this process was hard due to workers bursting in every 10 minutes to ask for autographs.

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Meanwhile, Yoda was pondering in the study while Luke and Leia bursted out with suggestion of how to get rid of the demon.

" Poison it with jelly"

"Use a fire extinguisher"

"Stab it!"

" Younglings, please help Yoda and shut up...The magic that binds young Luke is very ancient and is directly in connection with the Force, attempts at homicide won't subdue it."

As this conversation engaged Yoda, Luke, and Leia, Sola crept past the study, packed her bags and took the only remaining speeder to a distant far away planed called Earth... (insert suspenseful music here)

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At night when the constant flow of visitors stopped (including girls from the fangirl division), Anakin finished off the glue and looked on what the escape plan had to offer by poking his head out of the window.

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Meanwhile, Obi Wan was returning the coffee pot, because he suddenly remembered his mother hated coffee. The store was near a loony bin which puzzled him greatly he driving by it's wall, because he decided a shortcut couldn't hurt.

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As Anaking poked himself out the window he fell out and was only saved by Padme grabbing his Jedi robes. But, alas, he progressed slipping torwards his doom as he found out they were on the third floor. The awkward sight of Mr. and Mrs. Skywalker hanging out of a window will puzzle some. Padme couldn't hold his robes any longer as she too slipped out of the window and the couple plummeted down to their deaths. Or more accurately on top of Obi Wan's speeder.

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