The New Temple Maid

Keep maids in the Temple we can not. Between Kenobi's trail of Cheetos and beer smushed into the carpet, and Young Skywalker's refusal to pick his Spidey/Batman Underoos up off the bathrooom floor after a shower he takes, very frustrated our maids get. A very high turnover we have, so bother to learn the janitorial staff's names I do not. Like livestock they are - if you name them, attached you will get. Been interviewing prospective maids for a week, I have. Finally, a new maid I found: Kind of attractive she is, I think. But matter that does not. Nothing to do with why I hired her, that has. (Though I think jealous of her, Master Yaddle is. "Trashy, she looks to me. Just look at how her hair she wears.") Perfect she is not. Constantly using the Temple phones for personal calls, she is. Only phoning home, she says she is, but very long distance, her calls are. Also, a habit of taking apart our electronic gadgets like my Speak-and-Spell, she has. And tell you let me, hold her liquor she can not. After a couple of beers, tripping all over herself she is. Though admit I must, good eye-candy she is.