In this chapter, Jar Jar Binks is going to get dipped in hot wax! That's something you're looking forward to, right?
And yes, this was a suggestion somebody gave me.
I hope they're pleased with it.
Chapter 3: Hot Wax
Once again, Anakin wondered how he should kill Jar Jar. He had heard him singing and it had gotten on his nerves, so he decided he was going to make Jar Jar Binks say his prayers.
Although, sometimes he wondered if God actually made Jar Jar. He seemed more along the lines of the work of the Devil.
But he didn't think Emperor Palpatine had made him, either. Not even he would create something so obnoxious.
"I could strangle him with his own intestines...but where did I put my lightsaber?" asked Anakin. That would be pretty useful for cutting him open for the procedure. And it would cauterize the wounds so that he didn't die so fast.
He actually wasn't sure.
Well, maybe he could look for it later.
What if he were to dip Jar Jar Binks in sizzling hot wax?
That would be lethal and painful.
And it certainly would be fun to watch. He would get to see the look on Jar Jar Binks' face, for one.
"It seems as good of an idea as any. I'm not using ear wax though." noted the teenage boy. That would be just gross.
Maybe after they were finished with him, he could donate him to a wax museum afterwards. No doubt it would attract visitors, namely Jar Jar Binks haters.
Then again, he would like to kill Jar Jar Binks once again sooner or later. His screams of agony and terror were simply exquisite. And yes, he never got tired of hearing his screams.
All they would need to do is find some hot wax to use.
Fortunately, there was a candle factory for that purpose.
He gathered his companions and they went to the candle factory to gather the wax.
Fortunately, they were open today.
As soon as they had enough to cover Jar Jar, they went to find him...after preheating the wax, of course. Otherwise it would simply be an annoyance to the Gungan...which would be ironic considering how many times the Gungan had annoyed them.
Currently, he was dancing.
"Me'm sure that notten will gos wrong today!" exclaimed Jar Jar.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it will." remarked Qui-Gon Jinn.
Unbeknownst to Jar Jar, his friends happened to be right above him, on a balcony.
"Good, he hasn't spotted us." said Padme Amidala.
This made their job a lot easier.
R2-D2 beeped in agreement.
He failed to notice his friends (or the people that he thought were his friends, anyway) preparing to drop a vat of hot wax on top of him.
The hot wax fell on Jar Jar very suddenly.
"Huh?" questioned the gungan.
Within seconds, Jar Jar Binks was covered with the extremely hot wax.
"AAH! IT BURNS!" exclaimed the obnoxious alien in pain. Just how many degrees was the hot wax, anyway? He was pretty sure it was at least a couple hundred.
Now that he thought of it, maybe talking wasn't such a good idea. The hot wax could end up pouring into his mouth...which would burn his tongue.
"Is it just me, or does Jar Jar Binks have a lot of pain receptors?" asked Padme.
"Well, he wouldn't be screaming as loudly if he didn't." noted Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Shortly afterward, Jar Jar Binks died from the third-degree burns he received from the hot wax.
"Well, since I'm not interested in having a wax sculpture of Jar Jar Binks, maybe we should resurrect him." noted Padme.
Although, she did enjoy his frozen face of terror. Maybe she could look at it for a few minutes longer.
She then got an idea.
Maybe she could take pictures?
Then again, Jar Jar Binks would get suspicious if he found them.
But she figured that she could hide them where he couldn't find them.
So she decided to take pictures of Jar Jar.
Anakin nodded.
Padme Amidala giggled as she took pictures of the wax statue of Jar Jar.
When Padme was finished, Anakin read from the book the Anti-Jar Jar Binks Organization given him. How they had obtained the means of resurrecting Jar Jar Binks, he did not know. But he didn't really question it, either.
He had used the book over 100 times at that point.
How much longer would he be using it?
While he was reading the spell of resurrection, the wax gradually melted off of Jar Jar.
"Why does mesa smellen liken candles?" asked Jar Jar, unaware to the nasty death he had suffered earlier.
"No idea." answered C-3PO.
Everyone went back home...though it wouldn't be long before they attempted to kill Jar Jar again.
Their life was basically a routine at this point...but a fun routine.
Somebody suggested this and it seemed as good of a death as any.
I could kill him with the corona virus...but that might be in bad taste.
Maybe I'll feature characters from the Star Wars sequel trilogy.
That might be enjoyable.
Then again, this series kind of takes place during the Star Wars prequel trilogy.
But I might take some creative liberties.
