He was still as a statue, and usually he couldn't take a hint. This time something in him changed, and it began with his face, a suddenly emotionless sight so alien to everyone. Tarkin smirked, "Well Tup if I had known your words would hurt I would have told him this a long time ago…" Tup panicked inside Oh force I broke him….

"Jar-jar, it's not- I didn't mean to- I- I didn't mean it!" He was waving his hand out, "Well- sure I said that but it's just because…" his mouth was dry, Tup was stuck, and he looked over to Rex with a face pleading for help.

"You know, it was the scene, he was talking about your character." The captain jumped in, but it was far too late to take back what has been done. In the back of everyone's minds they knew he was the same: in character or not. Jar-Jar's eyes gleamed a bit with the colors of fire dancing over his face. His lips tightened and his hands began to shake. Everyone's eyes widened, thinking the same thing,

Oh no.

He began to cry, huge tears flowed from his large eyes as the Gungan wailed with hurt. He was loud, like a toddler he dove right in to his cry like no one was in the room, but there were about twenty people watching him. Anakin rubbed his temples, Count Dooku cringed, and Ahsoka, followed by many others placed their hands over their ears.

"Now see what you did Tarkin!" Ventress roared over the noise, "Nothing worse than making that baby cry!"

Yoda groaned, "My nerves, you are starting to get on."

"JUST APOLOGISE!" Anakin screamed, his face turning red, "I CANT TAKE IT!"

"Be strong master!" Ahsoka pleaded, "It'll be alright, don't go dark side on me!"

"SCREW YOUR OPINION!" He roared before standing to his feet abruptly.

"Someone do something!" Barris begged, shrinking in her seat.

As the room filled with complains and a rising volume of Bink's crying Tarkin decided to take this as the perfect chance to inhale the scent of their misery. But before he could so much as get his holo-phone out to record Jar-Jar had entered a frantic rampage. His hands flailing in the air he ran around the room, bumping into chairs and knocking over glassware. Hondo grasped his bottle close to him to keep it safe, but as a sacrifice he was forced to listen to the shrills of annoying pain from the Gungan, who had made his way towards the large windows, frantically banging his fists on the glass.

"MECA THOUGHT HE WAS LOVED!" He cried.

Count Dooku had had enough, he signaled Grevious and stood up, they made their way over to Jar-Jar carefully. The Count held his chair up with the force and levitated it towards him.

"Now, you grap him, and I'll knock him unconscious!" He ordered, the robotic separatist agreed, spreading out his extra two arms for assistance.

"I don't think that's a good idea!" Jesse added, holding his ears with the palms of his gloves.

"I'll take that chance!" Fives replied.

"JUST DO IT!" Skywalker ordered. Grevious made a lunge Binks had seen coming by seconds, the Gungan leaped into the air, causing the wheezing leader to collapse to the ground. Jar-Jar, still producing tears, went for the Count, who threw the chair at him. It missed and rammed into the general, who had been trying to stand to his feet. The chair knocked him back into the window; no one heard the glass crack under the pressure. Dooku had no idea the klutz could move this fast, he dodged him like a bullet, but not without Binks grabbing the lightsaber out of his belt, then continuing to run around the table.

"He's got my lightsaber!" Dooku warned.

"Don't worry!" Obi-wan, with the increasing headache, reminded him, "It's probably the prop one; it doesn't cut anything."

There was a pause, "We have prop lightsabers?!" The count asked.

From behind Tarkin Jar-Jar ignited the Sith weapon.