It was't until after trigonometry that the playful Count was able to corner Tubular Girl in the hallway. "Excuse me. Have you ever heard the tragedy of Duke Dooku the Wise?"
"I can't say that I have," she said looking him upa nd down dismissively.
"of course not," said Dooku. "It's not a story the Jedi would-"
"DOOKSTER!" the call came down the hallway loudly. "I have plombed the depths oft he Coruscanti nightlife for you. Where have you been?"
Count Dooku winced and turned to find young Sifo-Dyas, aka the Sif, the Dark Sif Rises, or A Sif of One's Own. "Sifo."
"I've been looking evereywhere for you. You still owe me for the death sticks." Sifo leaned suggestively against the wall, looking Tubular Girl up and down. "Hello. what have we here?"
She sniffed. "I don't negotiate with death stick users," she said, turning and walking down the hall. She gave Dooku one last glance over her shoulder. "But I'll be in the library if you want to . . . study."
Dookster turned to Sifo when sh ewas gone. "What the wizard, dude? Couldn't you see I was gettin gsommewhere?"
"With HER? Nah Dook. I have better idea." He pointed down the hall toward a lone figure currently occupied with tying up her hair. "Her best friend."
It was then that Count Dooku saw his destiny.
Jocasta Effing Nu.