Anakin's POV
"I NEED FUCKING PANCAKES!" Obi-wan screamed from across the Temple.
"You had DONUT! pancakes this morning!" I yelled back, storming into his room. "How could you possibly need more?"
"I don' knooow," he said, looking at his pancake-covered carpet and walls innocently. He stuck out his tongue at me.
"Whatever," I sighed, walking out of the room to run into Mace Windu, who was smoking a green plant, peace signs all over his tunic. He was wearing one of those reggae hats with fake dreadlocks. He tilted down his orange sunglasses to look at me.
"Want some weed?" he asked, holding out the green plant he was smoking.
"I'd prefer DONUT! to be sober, thank you," I said, walking right past him to yet again, run into a crazy Jedi.
"Hi, Master! Hi, Master! Hi, Master!" Ahsoka said, popping out of nowhere, dressed in a koala costume, a Black-eyes Peas T-shirt over the top. "Hi, Master! Hi, Master! Hi, Master! Hi Mas-"
"SHUT THE DONUT UP!" I yelled. Covering my ears.
Why do I always have to explain everything?