Anakin hurried into the room, and stopped short as he saw the dramatic scene.
Master Windu had his lightsaber out, and was pressing the Chancellor back against the edge of the destroyed window. Lightning was issuing forth from the Chancellor's hands, crackling over Mace's lightsaber, and the two men were locked in an epic struggle.
"Wow," Anakin said.
Both Jedi and Sith looked at him.
"Anakin!" Mace said.
"Help me, Anakin!" Palpatine lamented. "He's trying to kill me!"
"Wow," Anakin repeated. "I was really taken in, Chancellor! This is an amazing performance!"
"What?" Palpatine asked, thrown, then had to double the effort he was putting into his lightning as he tried to avoid Mace's lightsaber removing something important.
"I should have realized," Anakin went on. "You're really big into the theatre, and so is Master Windu – of course you're not really a Sith, this is all part of a big dramatic performance!"
He looked around. "Sorry, I should really not be breaking kayfabe for the holocameras."
"...what are you talking about?" Mace said. "What's he talking about?"
"I should have realized how unrealistic it actually was," Anakin went on, waving his hands around as he tried to explain the extent to which everything made sense to him now. "I'm the one everyone on the Council thought was the Chosen One, so of course they'd have made sure anyone I spent time with was vetted and actually above board, and there's no way an actual Sith would have been allowed to hold an elected position in the Republic with the existence of simple midichlorian tests. But in the heat of the moment it's a really dramatic revelation, and it's a great opportunity for a really heartrending scene!"
He paused. "Actually, now I come to think of it, was I supposed to come in without realizing that? Am I supposed to be method acting? Because I can try but I'm not really very good at it, and I'd prefer to have done a few line reads first."
Mace finally won the struggle, and his lightsaber seared Palpatine's throat. Then the Chancellor exploded in a wave of force energy, knocking Mace nearly out the window and Anakin backwards into the area around the door.
"...ow," Anakin muttered, picking himself out the wall, then gasped. "Oh no!"
He ran over to where Mace was clinging to the edge of the windowsill, and helped him up. "Master, I'm sorry about that, I ruined the take! I really hope you've got another practical effects Chancellor dummy… maybe this time we can do it once I actually know my stage directions?"
Mace looked at Anakin, then at the three dead Jedi Masters and the smoking remains of the Sith.
"...I'm going to have a word with Obi-Wan first," he said. "Good work, Anakin."
"Really?" Anakin said. "You think that was a good take?"
He frowned. "Oh, maybe you're going to use overdubbing. I guess that would work, me standing there in astonishment and trying to resolve a mental conflict works."
AN:
Well, they are both into Acting.