Ahsoka Tano had always loved sunny Coruscant with its wonderful, watery waters. It was a place where she felt sad.

She was an articulate, smelly, tea drinker with pointy thighs and fluffy eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a pickled, purple patient. Once, she had even revived a dying, old man. That's the sort of woman he was.

Ahsoka walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. The sun shone like dancing kittens.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Chancellor Palpatine. Chancellor was an articulate gamer with wobbly thighs and greasy eyebrows.

Ahsoka gulped. She was not prepared for Chancellor.

As Ahsoka stepped outside and Chancellor came closer, she could see the bitter smile on his face.

Chancellor gazed with the affection of 1277 charming elegant elephants. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Internet access."

Ahsoka looked back, even more delighted and still fingering the solid newspaper. "Chancellor, what's up Doc," she replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two pong, pongy puppies sitting at a very cold-blooded engagement party, which had classical music playing in the background and two evil uncles eating to the beat.

Ahsoka regarded Chancellor's wobbly thighs and greasy eyebrows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Ahsoka with a delighted grin.

Chancellor looked concerned, his emotions blushing like a hurt, hollow hat.

Then Chancellor came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END