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"Two more minutes..."

"Really, master? Really? I don't think so. You never let that work for me, so it's not going to work for you. Now, get up..."

"Don't... ungh... feel good..."

"Gee, do you think it was the mass of slime you ate last night? Oh, gross... did you really have to do it right in front of me? Ugh - I'll be way over there. When you're done sliming the ground, let me know."

"Cheeky... ooooohhhh... brat... "

"Well this cheeky brat feels perfectly fine. You better get it all out now, because I don't want to have to drag you around everywhere... seriously. This is ridiculous. How could you possibly have thought that a slug would be good for you?"

"... okay, I think I'm good now... toss me a meal bar?"

"Master, I don't think you should be eating anything..."

"..."

"... fine, but don't blame me when this happens again."

"Thank you. To answer your previous question, Qui-gon and I ate plenty of things far worse than a slug, and I only ever got sick once. I didn't think one slug would kill me."

"Well, it's a good thing too, because of all the idiotic ways for you to go out, I really am not too keen on carving 'consumed a slug' on a bust of you somewhere."

"Just stuff it and let's get going."

"Whatever... the droids came from that direction, so I think it's safe to say that a ship will be there too."

"I suppose we'll be demoted to common thieves once again."

"It sounds bad when you say it like that, master. We are simply borrowing one of their ships, and putting it to much better use. It's all in the name of the Republic."

"Ah, yes, you are such a patriot, Anakin. I don't suppose your elegant landing yesterday was also 'in the name of the Republic'."

"Will you ever stop bringing that up?!"

"Of course not."

"Wonderful. At least you admit there is an elegance to the way I crash. That's saying something, right?"

"You expect me to feed your ego? Elegant or not, you still crashed, I still ended up in a tree, we still ended up in enemy territory, and somehow it's all in the name of the Republic... Anakin?"

"Hm?"

"How do we ever manage to get anything done?"

"You tell me, master, because I have yet to figure that one out myself."

"I, for one, am baffled. Oh well, we should probably focus on the matter at hand. What sort of ship might we be looking for?"

"Oh, you're deferring to me now?"

"Don't press your luck."

"I thought there was no such thing as luck."

"You are the epitome of the term, Anakin. My mind was changed long before you were knighted. Now... what sort of ship?"

"It's simple: whatever we see first. I can make any hunk of metal into a means of escape."

"Very well, but on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Make sure it doesn't have an eject mechanism. I'd rather fly inside of the ship this time, if you don't mind."

"Master, the option to eject is for safety purposes -"

"Yes, well, it certainly didn't feel very safe."

"Just overlook that one accident and listen to me for once, okay?"

"Fine, but if there happens to be an eject button, then make sure you know where it is so that you don't accidently hit it."

"Okay, okay, yeesh. Instead of being angry at me, maybe you coud be thankful that you at least landed in something that somewhat cushioned your fall."

"I'm not angry at you, Anakin, I'm simply irritated."

"Call it whatever you want, but it's making you testier than normal."

"Would you rather I just be quiet?"

"Actually, yes, that would be nice..."

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"Okay, okay! FINE! Turn off the death glare and be as obnoxious and testy as you want! Force, master... maybe next time you should just stare Grievous to death. I don't know why you haven't tried it yet..."

"Grievous doesn't annoy me."

"That's because he hasn't figured out how."

"And just how did you figure it out, might I ask?"

"I'm mysteriously gifted."

"No you're not."

"You wound me."

"It's intentional, I assure you."

"You really want to know?"

"Probably not, but yes."

"That made no sense, but whatever... I annoy you, because you like me."

"And you say I make no sense."

"It actually makes perfect sense."

"Explain?"

"Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments. I annoy you, because you, being the perfect Jedi that you are, broke one of the crucial rules of the Jedi Code."

"Yes, well..."

"Well...?"

"Better you than Grievous, I suppose."

"Blast it, master, will you just admit it already?"

"Admit what?"

"That you -"

"That I love you? That there's no one who I'd rather crash a ship with? That if anyone ejected me from a smoking hunk of metal, it had better be you? That you're like a son and a brother to me and yes, I broke the Code because I couldn't help it? Force, Anakin, I shouldn't have to tell you that."

"..."

"Oh, stop looking at me like that."

"You just never say that kind of stuff..."

"We're Jedi, Anakin. We're not supposed to say stuff like that."

"Well... thanks. I love you too."

"Don't turn this into some dramatic holovid moment, Anakin."

"Master, I hate to break it to you, but we're long past that."

"I was afraid of that..."

"So, let's move on! I'll make sure to find a ship with an eject mechanism and I'll be sure I know where it is!"

"And?"

"I'll be sure to press it when we land at the Temple. That way you can make a dramatic entrance and have your face plastered all over the news."

"You're hopeless."

"No, just gifted."

Yeah, so I got a little sentimental, but oh well. I just go with whatever pops into my head! ;)

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