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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 22, 2005 7:09:05 GMT -5
You don't BELIEEEVE ME!
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 22, 2005 11:57:26 GMT -5
I believe you believe it will protect you.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 22, 2005 13:22:47 GMT -5
Well.... that's.... er..... wait a minute...
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 22, 2005 13:42:58 GMT -5
*smiles sadly again*
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Nov 22, 2005 22:59:51 GMT -5
...
How about you updateses?
*sigh*
I've been so busy and missed so much that I am losted!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 23, 2005 9:59:16 GMT -5
Errrmmmm..... *looks shifty* I haven't... er... actually... GOT... anything else...
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 23, 2005 14:29:48 GMT -5
And you tell ME off for not doing my Parody homework....
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Nov 23, 2005 19:34:01 GMT -5
KATIIIEEE!
I'm forced to preform REAL LIFE for over a month and you have no fake life for me?
You make me cry inside.
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Post by A.Leon the Zarkin Frood on Nov 23, 2005 23:25:20 GMT -5
ahh,not the real world!Its so bothersome.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 10:19:35 GMT -5
It really is a waste of time. ... the real world, that is. You do realize I'm forced to live real life too? That I'm not just a Happee Little Gremlin who lives in your computer and spews out mediocre stories every now and then? That I have a LIFE and RESPONSIBILITIES? ..... I'm too good to you guys.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 10:20:07 GMT -5
But I'll post soon anyway.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 24, 2005 11:41:04 GMT -5
Your stories are not mediocre, Katie. Stop fishing for compliments
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 12:21:17 GMT -5
I'm NOT fishing for compliments. If I was, I would be wailing "OMG MY STORIES ARE ALL CRAP." Which I have been known to do.
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Post by goblingirl on Nov 24, 2005 12:27:40 GMT -5
Still, they are most definatly NOT mediocre
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Nov 24, 2005 17:00:38 GMT -5
Oh. Cheers!
Here, you can have another update.
While Count Dooku was handling public speaking, the other characters from the Prequel Trilogy were out canvassing. And they were good at it.
Obi-Wan was out on the streets, going up to various people and saying, “You WILL like Star Wars better than everything else”, and waving his hand. He then learnt that there were two kinds of people in the world – those weak-minded enough to be affected by mind tricks, and those who seemed to get the impression that Obi-Wan was somewhat weak in the head.
Having given up for the day, he headed over to the local high school where Anakin was the special guest for the assembly.
“… so that’s why Star Wars, in short, is awesome,” he was saying, having just finished demonstrating the finer elements of lightsaber combat on their unpopular headmaster, “There are many other fights like this, I turn evil in the third one, and come on – all that merchandising has got to be for a reason, hasn’t it? AND – let’s not forget – it really helps in Philosophy or English classes. Thanks everyone, and may the Force be with you.”
With that, he winked at the audience and began to leave the stage. Several girls fainted. Most of the others attempted to pursue him off stage, but Anakin just pushed them back with the Force on top of the ones who had remained in their seats, and were yelling hopefully, “Are you going to meet Obi-Wan??”
“Success?” asked Obi-Wan as Anakin emerged from the back door, and slammed it shut on the screaming from within.
“Utterly,” said Anakin, “By the end, I think most of them would have taken over the world in the name of Star Wars if I promised to get them lightsabers.”
“Now that’s an idea,” said Obi-Wan thoughtfully.
Anakin laughed. “Where’s Padme?”
“Where else? Using her feminine wiles to overcome the masses… look, there’s a television shop nearby we can watch through the window of.”
They reached the television shop, still mind-tricking people along the way. On thirty screens facing the street, which quite a considerable crowd had already gathered around, Padme was beaming at the public. Not only had she charmed her way into the national television centre, but onto the chat show with the largest male audience.
“So – er – Padme, is it?” the interviewer was asking.
“It’s pronounced Pad-MAY,” said Padme with a charming smile.
“Oh, yes. Now, you consider yourself a Star Wars fan, do you?”
Obi-Wan and Anakin laughed, getting funny looks from the other people watching.
“I suppose you could say that,” said Padme demurely.
“Most of our audience would consider it ‘geeky’ or ‘nerdy’!”
“Really?” Padme raised an eyebrow with a mysterious smile.
“Uh-oh,” said Anakin, grinning, “Last time I saw that look, she jumped me.”
“I don’t think I wanted to know that,” said Obi-Wan.
Padme turned to face the camera, talking directly to everyone watching. “So, boys,” she said alluringly, “You think that only geeks and nerds can appreciate this?”
She pulled off her jacket to reveal a certain familiar gold bikini. The interviewer toppled backwards off his chair. Padme laughed, and blew a kiss at the screen.
“Hark,” said Obi-Wan in a mildly interested voice, “I sensed a great disturbance in the Force – as though a thousand voices had suddenly yelled out, “Bloody hell!” and were suddenly silenced as they fell off their sofas.”
Anakin shook his head, grinning. “She’s got to start wearing that at home.”
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