Star Wars- Episode Beta
Special Delivery
Grievous; "Ah! Time for some Professional Wrestling." Bzt (Flicks on TV)
Crowd Noises
Grievous: "No! Use the blaster! Why aren't you using the blaster? Damn it he's gonna beat
you! USE THE BLASTER! Yea! Get him right under there! Blaster! BLASTER-" Ding-Dong
Jedi Padawan; "Hi, uh, im a Jedi Padawan earning his allowance. I have a pizza here for a
Mister Grievous? Anchovies, double cheese…"
Grievous; "Shut up and hand it over." (Swipes the pizza)
Jedi Padawan; "Hey, can I have a tip?"
Grievous; "A tip? AHAHAH!" SHHHHHHH (Slams door onto Padawans foot)
Jedi Padawan: "AHHHHHHK! MY TOE!"
Grievous; "Meheheheh! Now, back to my Crusher match…"
Jedi Padawan; "I need my tip!" BZZZZZZZZT (Lightsaber activates) (Padawan begins melting door)
"Hehe!" BAM (kicks down door)
Grievous; "Ahahaha- what? Why you- that door was a specially made! …Hey, do you want to
see some wrestling? I got pizza!"
Jedi Padawan; "Pro wrestling? Sure! And the pizza sounds great!"
Grievous; "Good." (Sits on couch)
Jedi Padawan; "Oh, this pizza is delicious! Hey- HEY! USE THE BLASTER! These wrestling
types,
they never know when to use the damned blaster, eh?"
Grievous; "I know, they just- Gah. Not like its illegal or anything to have one in your belt."
Jedi Padawan; "Yea!"
Both; (thinking) "Wait…it IS illegal!" Begin Whistling inconspicuously
Jedi Padawan; "Hey, I won't need my allowance now I'm eating with a Sith Lord! Oh, you
know that
pro wrestling is fake right?"
Grievous; "What? WHAT? FAKE? LIES! LIES!" BZTBZTBZTBZTBZT (Begins shooting blaster
everywhere)
Jedi Padawan; "Oh my gosh! WHAT ARE YOU- AHHHHHHHK!" (Shot with blaster)
Jedi Master; (Walks in) "Oh no! You killed my Padawan? Well then, you must pay!"
BZZZZZZZZZ (Lightsaber activates)
Greivous: "Aw, crap."
Jedi Master: "DIEE- hey, wrestling!"
Grievous: ...BZT (shoots Jedi Master)
Jedi Master: "Blaster! BLASTER, YOU PIECE OF SHI-" (looks at gaping, yawning chasm in
chest) "Wow. I didn't even notice. Heh." (Dies)
Grievous: "Eh. 0.0! WRESTLING! Punch! PUNCH! BLASTER! USE THE BLASTER! MOTHER FU-"
(Door explodes inwards and smashes T.V. Set)
Police: (Or w/e the hell they're called) "Take off your belt and remove the blaster!"
Grievous: "Ehh…Crap. Um…To hell with this. (Drops belt)
Police: "AWW! OH MY-OH GOD! OH MY GOOD- JESUS KRINGLE! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! OH MY GOD! AAAAAAAAAAARRKKKKHHHHHH…(Screams trail off to gurgles)
Grievous: "Eheheheh… (shoots holes calmly into them as they cower against his back wall trying hopelessly to escape)
(A/N: Wow that was just filler. This is going nowhere! Yay! If anyone thinks this is funny,
though, then I'll keep going...or ill try to.)