Panting, the Barriss ball struggled to keep up with the slow pace of the treadmill.
Nearby, Ahsoka Tano, a fellow Padawan of hers, was munching on a cookie.
"So...tired..." the Miralian groaned.
"Maybe you should'a thought of that before you ate all those sandwiches," Ahsoka murmured, her mouth full.
Barriss' head doing a 360, she glared at the Tortuga behind her. "You know, when you get fat off all those cookies you snack off of, I will point and laugh at you," she said in her demonic voice.
Unfazed, Ahsoka simply gave a light laugh. "No you won't; you're too nice for that."
Sighing, Barriss stopped walking on the treadmill, and let it slide her off until she fell flat on her back, all the flab making a nice SQUISH sound upon landing. "Uff!" she kicked one leg into the air. "Ugh!" she kicked the other. "NGH! NGH! NGH!" she began to rapidly kick both of her legs until a fart slipped out of her, propelling her backwards and onto her stomach. "...NGH!" Barriss tried to push herself to her feet with her hands, but couldn't get off the floor. "NGH! NGH! NGH!"
Chuckling, Ahsoka used the Force to help her to her feet.
By now, Barriss was sweaty and out of breath. Getting to her feet was another workout altogether! "I'm going to go get a sandwich," she breathed.
"Really?" Ahsoka asked playfully. "After all that hard work you've done?"
"I'M GOING TO GO GET A SANDWICH!" Barriss roared, the level of her voice knocking Ahsoka to the ground.
STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp...
Ahsoka got to her feet, listening as Barriss' unusually loud footsteps began to fade away. Luminara had instructed her not to let Barriss leave the room unless absolutely necessary, and if she found out, Ahsoka could easily get in trouble. It wasn't that she particularly cared about being called out for breaking rules, she only sought to stay out of trouble if to avoid punishments, like cleaning the Jedi toilets, like Anakin made her do last time she got in trouble.
"Hm..." reaching into the jar she grabbed from the kitchen, she found it was empty. "Empty cookie jar," she thought aloud. "That's necessary reason enough to leave the room. Hey, Barriss! Wait up!"
Down in the kitchen, Barriss stacked her sandwiches together: piling them so high they nearly toppled over, she collected them on a plate, and went to sit on a stool...
SMASH!
Growling, Barriss face-palmed, accidentally covering her face in the mayo that was on her hand.
Then noticing that, she looked around for napkins to clean herself off. Seeing some on the counter across the room, she focused and tried to use the Force to lift them over to her. The only hard part was reaching her stubby, flabby arms out to grab them. Almost...got it...
"Yes!" Barriss laughed triumphantly at her small victory.
CRACK!
Barriss' weight with the napkins must have been too much for the floor to handle!
"Not again!" Barriss screamed as the floor broke beneath her. And the next one. Annd the next one. ANNND the next one...
...until she finally hit the bottom floor of the Jedi Temple, and rolled out the nearest window.
"HELP!" She tried in vain to stop her tumbling, but no avail.
Luminara watched her Padawan roll down the path towards the busier parts of Couruscant, and shook her head disapprovingly.