
I snap a salute. “General Kenobi, Sir”
“Hey, yer one of them clone fellas, right!”
“Sir, yes Sir” General Kenobi still hasn’t returned my salute. “uhh, Sir” I nod my head up towards my hand.
“Oh, Yeah. Y’all into that military stuff” he finally returns my salute haphazardly.
‘Sir, you seem to have a monkey taped to you leg. Is there a problem?”
“What yer sayin? Yer tryin to say I stole this monkey? Well, I didn’t. I paid fer him fair and square! Y’all disrespectin me and my monkey?”
“No disrespect meant, Sir” I looked around awkwardly. “You don’t happen to know where Anakin Skywalker is do you?”
“Well, Ah might…Ah might, but you have to help me first. Master Yoda is always yellin bout my Cheeto dust, so yer goin to help on a little matter. Don’t go lookin so worried, ma monkey will help yer.” he began to walk into the Temple and I follow.
10 minutes later

(I hate my job some days)
3 comments:
told ya the monkey needed to go....see my trouble?
Get your paws off me you damned dirty ape!
Yeah, why does Kenobi need a monkey to do the hosing?
Man, and I thought I gave you guys crummy jobs. Nevermind, serving papers looks far worse
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