Fitting For A Revered Jedi Master This Is Not

Today, my laundry I was doing. Always careful to separate my clothes I am. In one pile, colors go. In another pile, whites go. Of course, hard this is not, since only one robe and an undergarment I have. Going fine everything was until my robe from the washer I pulled out. Pink it was! In the washer I looked. Filled with Spider-Man Underoos it was! "Young Skywalker!" I yelled. "Wassup, Little Y?" "'Up what is'?! 'Up what is'?! Your Spidey Underoos you threw in with my laundry!" "Yeah, I saw you was doin your laundrizzy and thought, shuh, I might as well toss my stuff in too, yo. Anyways, be cool and throw my threads in the dryer for me, a'ight?" The Force-wedgie I performed on Young Skywalker before even a chance to think about it I had. A reflex action it has become now. Laughed out of the Council chamber I will be now! Supposed to face Sith Lords like this, how am I? Happy I am not. Going to go smite down someone evil now, I am. Maybe make me feel better, it will.