Harvey the Youngling
|Special attention Younglings need. More attention than others, some Younglings require.|
"Harvey! Stop picking your nose, you must!"
"I wasn't picking my nose, Master Yoda! I swear!"
"See through you, I can, Harvey. A nose-picker you are, and a booger-eater. Come here, next to Master Yoda sit. Now, Harvey, to what, nose-picking leads? Remember? Told you many times I have."
*Sigh* "The Dark Side, Harvey. To the Dark Side nose-picking leads. Want to grow up to be a Sith Lord, you do not, do you?"
"Good. Then speak no more of this we shall."
"But Master Kenobi picks his nose all the time."
"Want you to hang out with Master Kenobi anymore, I do not. A bad influence on you he is."
"Aw, but he was goin' to show me a buncha neat wrestling moves, and how to make armpit noises, and how to burp and say my name at the same time, and we were going to eat Cheetos, and watch Ernest Goes to Camp and a monster truck show and midget wrestling, and, and...!"
"Argue with me do not. Now go, wash your hands you must. And touch any of Master Yoda's stuff on the way to the bathroom do not."
Make the same mistake with Harvey that I made with Dooku, I will not. Always in his nose, Dooku's finger was. Now, at him look. If only stricter about the "no picking" rule I had been, maybe be a Sith Lord he would not. And if only stricter with Kenobi about the "no scratching" rule I had been... but a subject for another post that is.