Too Much, The Honesty Is
|Relaxing, the evening was at first. Sitting on the couch I was, my latest fan letter to Dolly I was writing. Almost a week since written my last one, it has been. More serious about that, I need to be.|
Meanwhile, watching his Ernest Goes to Camp DVD for the 47th time, Kenobi was. Laughing loudly at all the same parts he was. Around his head, a large orange cloud of Cheeto dust floated. Enjoying himself he was.
Just fine everything was, then up from his Tiger Beat magazine Windu looked, and said, "You know, a good talk we all should have."
"Not again," Kenobi said.
"No, serious I am," said Windu, "Never we talk."
"A reason for that there is," I muttered.
"Really honest, I want us to be," Windu continued. "Open up to each other more we should. Our feelings we should talk about. Your feelings about things I want to know."
"Right now," Kenobi said, "feelin' the urge to take a leak, I am." Then, loudly he belched as his beer can he crushed on his forehead. Seem to notice he did not, that still full of beer it was. Know about that boy I do not.
Then about his feelings Windu droned on and on. He says that every once in a while, a hug he needs. Hmph! Hug himself he can. Wash his robe more regularly he must, before a hug from me he gets!