A Goober, Kenobi Is
|Waiting for me at the Jedi Temple when I got home, R2D2 was. Sent him, Senator Amidala had. How long waiting there he had been, I know not.|
Before me a holographic image of Senator Amidala, R2 projected. "Help me, Master Yoda," she said, "My only hope you are. An emergency situation... szktzz"
Static there was, then Undertaker from WWE appeared. "Coming after you, I am, Booker T! Hear me, do you?!..."
"Kenobi!" I yelled. "Your butt in here, get right now!"
Out from the bathroom ran Kenobi, zipping up and on his robe wiping his hands. Stuck to his boots, toilet paper was.
"Taped over an important message from Senator Amidala with your stupid wrestling you have!"
"Me it was not!" he said, "See me do it, no one did. Prove anything you can not!"
"Then whose cheesy orange finger prints on the front of R2, these are? Hmm?"
Busted, he was. Time to lock Kenobi in the closet again it is, I think.