"That was far too close." Obi said. "It could've been the real queen that died!"

"What do you suggest we do?" N'ezzakin asked.

"I believe I know exactly who this assassin is...Zam Weasel." Obi said.

"Hey!" N'ezzakin said. "Watch your language! Kids could be lookin' at this!"

"Sorry—but that really is her name." Obi replied. "Anyway, I know where to find her.

——————-

'It is you, oh yeah

It is you, oh yeah'

Neon lights flashed around the incredibly dark club while some ska song played on the loudspeakers.

Obi and N'ezzakin were seated at a small bar, Obi had simply ordered a scotch, while N'ezzakin managed to trick the bartender into giving him a strawberry daiquiri (despite his young age).

"That assassin's gotta be here somewhere..." Obi said.

'I said a pressure drop,

Oh pressure, oh yeah

Pressure's gonna drop on you

I said pressure drop

Oh pressure, oh yeah

Pressure's gonna drop on you'

Suddenly, a small pea gangsta came up to Obi while he was seated at the bar.

"You wanna buy some death sticks?!" He exclaimed in an ironically deep voice, given his size.

"You don't want to sell me death sticks..." said Obi, doing a Jedi mind trick.

"I don't wanna sell you death sticks.." the pea said in a monotone voice.

"You want to go home and call your mom, because it's been five years since you stopped." Obi continued.

"I want to go home and call my mom." The pea said. "It's been...five years since I saw her?"

The pea immediately left that part of the bar.

Meanwhile, a small leek was seen moving through the crowds of people in a relatively sneaky manner. Obi looked closely to find that her coat was embroidered with the letters "Z.W." on it.

"THAT'S HER!!" He shouted. "But how are we gonna get her?"

"I know." N'ezzakin said.

The cucumber picked up his strawberry daiquiri and flung it directly at Zam, causing her to knock over a record on the DJ table and play the record at a quicker speed than normal.

"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk

I'm a woman's man, no time to talk

Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around

Since I was born"

Everyone in the club cheered when the song came on, and began dancing, which trapped Zam Weasel in a crowd of various people.

"PERFECT!" Obi exclaimed. "Now let's go get her!"

"And now it's alright, it's okay

And you may look the other way

We can try to understand

The New York Times' effect on man

Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother

You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'

And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive"

N'ezzakin and Obi stood up and dashed after the leek, until the crowd became far too thick for them to easily maneuver through.

"What do we do now?" Obi asked.

"I got it..." N'ezzakin cleared his throat. "...CROWD SUUUUUURF!!"

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive

Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive

Well now, I get low and I get high

And if I can't get either, I really try

Got the wings of heaven on my shoes

I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose"

Everyone cheered and lifted up N'ezzakin and Obi Wan until they once again cornered the leek.

"Zam Weasel...you gonna get POPPED!" N'ezzakin exclaimed.

A few seconds of silence passed as Weasel and Obi looked at N'ezzakin. The cucumber raised an eyebrow at this.

"What?" N'ezzakin said. "Okay, it was much cooler when I first thought of it."

"So..." Obi asked the leek woman. "Who was the assassin that slayed Cordé?"

"OKAY! I'll tell you.." Zam said. "It...was..."

The leek instantly fell to the ground in pain. A smoking wound was on her back, clearly from a blaster. Obi and N'ezzakin looked up to view a strange figure running away from the bar.

"Stay here..." Obi said. "I got this..."