General Grievous stormed onto the bridge of his capitol ship, the Quite Visible, Badass, Awesome, Powerful, Super Hand!!!, he gave a girlish cough and took a long stride up next to the Neimoidian captain.

"Yo general, how's it goin' fo shizzle?" the green man asked.

"It's going good, yes goooooood, precious!" Grevious exclaimed in a girly, girly voice.

"Awesome Generallie! You is on fire Groovis!"

"Fo sho'," Grevious replied in a girly gangster voice. "What's kickin' man, precious, where's the potatoes, precious, what's the situation hmmm?"

"Huh?"

"What the hell is going on you incompetent moron?!"

"Oh, right, fo sho'. Some Jedi dudes have sneaked into dis ship man. We is tracking their asses."

"OOOOOOOOOO!" Grevious exclaimed "Just as Count Glooky—Dookie—DOOKU predicted!"

"Fo' shoizzle Generizzle! Do you want us to put da hurt on dese Jedi scums?"

"No, precious, no (cough, cough)! Lets them get to Dooky! Yes precious, yeeeeeeeeeees. Dooku wishes to kill them hisself precious!"

"10-4 General man!"

XxX

"Master, the doors are closed." Anakin observed as they approached the turbo lift doors.

"They're locked too." Obi-Wan added.

"Ya think?!"

"Now let's not be confrontational, there has to be a way to open the doors."

"What do you suggest, pansy?!"

"Ugh, can't we put that all behind us?"

"Nope."

"Fine. Oooooh! I got an idea Ani, I got an idea!" Obi-Wan cried, like an over excited child.

"Slow down there master; only Padmé— er… female people call me Ani."

"Whatever. Okay, let's contact R2."

XxX

Two more super battle droids entered the hanger bay where the hot pink and light purple Jedi interceptors lay.

"What the hell are those?" one of the droid asked.

"Those are Jedi fighters alright." The other replied.

"The Jedi who fly them must be gay or something, such fruity colors."

"Yeah, you would say that, wouldn't you?"

"What's that suppose to mean?!"

"Nothing. So what do we do with…" the droid was interrupted by the sound of a frantic man with a Coruscanti accent speaking loudly from the corner, behind some bright yellow storage tubs that red: Miscellaneous Assorted Explosives, Do NOT TOUCH or you will blow your ass off!

"What the hell was that?" the other droid asked.

"The boxes?"

"You're probably right."

"So what do you want to do with these fruity star fighters?"

"Let's rip off their fruity armor and give 'em to the General. He always struck me as a fruity kind of guy with the way he talks."

"That's only because he's obsessed with Dolores Umbridge from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, who appears in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Gollum from The Lord of the Rings."

"Oh, I thought he was just gay or something."

"No… wait, there's that annoying sound again."

This time it was different, a series of beeps sounded and the accented man spoke again shouting YAY! The two droids exchanged glances and walked over behind the crates to see an astromech droid, completely covered in pink. The droids let out electronic sounding laughter and pointed their fingers at the droid shouting all sorts of dirty insults at him.

"Beep, boop, beep, blap, flap, boo!" R2-D2 cried back, which meant something along the lines of (Shut up you ugly assholes! It's all Anakin's fault, his ship got paint on me!)

"What did he say?" one battle droid asked.

"I think he just insulted us." The other deduced.

"Boop, bap, bleepy, flat, blop!" R2 beeped, or in other words said (Why in the world would I ever insult you two ugly imbeciles?).

"KILL THE DROID!" cried both droids in unison. One kicked R2 where his groin would be, if did not happen to be a droid. The other picked him up by his fruity, pink, domed head.

"You stupid little astrodroid." It exclaimed.

"Beepo, boopo, blopo, blap." R2 beeped which precisely meant (Let go of me you ugly pervert! I don't know you like this!).

"Prepare to die!" the droid cried."

However R2 was too clever for the two idiotic droids. He extended one of his many blue implements and proceeded to dump oil all over the floor. The battle droids both looked down at their metal feet and began to slip and slide in the oil like gay looking pansies. The one that had previously been holding R2 was now flat on its face in the oil, R2 was currently falling to the ground, just before he reached it he extend his jet boosters and activated them. He found himself floating in the air with the droids alit with bright orange fire below him.

Unfortunately the oil had spread near the evil boxes. R2 turned his domed head to look at them.

"Creep-blat." R2 beeped, which directly translated to (I am so #$!&)

The boxes then exploded into a mushroom cloud of red-orange fire and R2 fell into molten pieces on the hanger floor.

XxX

Anakin and Obi-Wan stood in the turbo lift which was shooting up at an incredible rate of speed, though it felt as though they were not getting anywhere as the lift frequently stopped and battle droids tried to enter. The two Jedi were growing more irritated by the moment and the annoying elevator music was doing nothing to calm them down.

"SHUT UP!" Anakin finally cried at the ceiling speaker from which the terrible music was flowing.

"Always on the edge of his seat with irritation." Obi-Wan commented to himself, though the music was starting to get to him as well, he too had to scream at it. "THIS FRICKIN' SUCKS! TURN IT OFF!"

"Master, I did not know you could get that angry." Anakin said.

"Well every girl in the galaxy says you're sexy when you're mad, so… I thought I'd give it a whirl."

"Well it totally didn't work, your face was all wrong. You looked more like you were constipated than angry."

"Anakin, normally I would injure you for saying that however this elevator music is clouding my judgment. It must be stopped!"

"I agree, next move?"

"Stab the living crap out of it until the music box thingy blows up!"

"Excellent idea."

The two Jedi then activated their cerulean lightsabers and proceeded to stab the hell out of the speaker above their heads that was broadcasting the horrendous music. Finally the horrible noise stopped after they had destroyed just about the entire ceiling; however the turbo lift stopped as well.

"Damn it." Obi-Wan muttered. "Did you press the stop button?"

"No, did you?"

"No. Damn! We must have stopped it when we destroyed the ceiling!"

"Well don't look at me, it was your idea." Anakin commented, he then added under his breath: "Moron."

"I…" Obi-Wan began, however he could not think of a comeback so he simply stated how happy he was that the music has stopped. "At least that horrible tune is dead."

"Yeah," Anakin agreed. "Nothing could be worse than that."

However Anakin was about to be proved wrong because at that very moment the music started once again, there were several loud creaks, and then the turbo lift began to descend rapidly as it was released from the mechanism that pulled it upwards. Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged looks.

"This definitely tops it." They both said in unison. Their faces then turned to the small screen above the buttons which read in large hippie looking letters: Make peace with the music, man! Let if flow through your veins for a moment, feel its tranquility washing around you………………………………………………………….. Now prepare to die SUCKERS!

At this Anakin lost his temper, he scooped up a piece of the broken ceiling and then proceeded to beat the screen until it was nothing more than sand-like shards of glass on the floor.

"Stupid hippie turbo lift." Anakin stated.

"Well, now that your rage fit is over why don't you contact R2 and tell him to stop the lift." Obi-Wan recommended.

"Nah, he's dead anyway."

"What?! How the hell do you know that?!"

"I felt him explode a while ago."

"And you didn't say anything?!"

"Should I have?"

"You said he was like a son to you!"

"Did I? I don't remember, who cares, it was just a dumb droid."

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Well then how the hell do we get out of here?"

"I don't think we need to master." Anakin replied. "Look."

Obi-Wan turned his head in the direction Anakin was pointing, a secret panel had pulled back and another screen was revealed, more hippie looking letters began to scroll across it, forming another equally smart ass sentence: Ha, ha, ha, ha ,ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! Suckers, my sensors suggest that you have completely forgotten about the music! Well done. You will not die now, actually you wouldn't have anyway because the elevator was not really falling, it was just a gravitational trick! Ha, ha, you fell for it morons!

Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged angry glances.

"Oh yeah?" Obi-Wan asked the screen. "Well now I'm gonna kick your little hippie ass!"

Obi-Wan then proceeded to tear the screen apart with his bare hands. Once he was finished he turned back to Anakin.

"Ok, now that that's done lets go kill Dooku."

"Now you're talking master!"