Dealing With the Fuel Crisis
|Too expensive, speeder fuel is now. Afford to drive my airspeeder I can not. But take the bus I will not! Like I do not being in physical contact with that many people at once. Besides, smelly the bus is. And want to know why so sticky the floor is, I do not.|
Fortunately, many younglings at my disposal there are. Only two or three of them at a time to tote me around, it takes. "Special training it is," I tell them. Ah, the minds of Younglings. So gullible they are.
Of course, as motivated as others, some are not.
"Master Yoda, my legs are tired."
Whiner. "Go faster you must, Harvey, or more tired your legs will be. Longer to make the trip it will take, if slow down now you do."
"But my arms hurt."
"Then hurry you better. Sooner to the drycleaner's we get, the sooner that put me down you can."
"I have to pee."
"Only 17 more blocks to go, we have. Go when we get there, you can."
"When do we get to eat?"
"If get home in time we do not, no time to make dinner will there be. Have to eat bantha brains and wookiee snot we will. Want to eat that do you? Hmm? Then go faster you must." (Actually fed those items to younglings I have not. But know that, Harvey does not. Besides, motivated by his stomach, he is. Missing the dinner bell someday, his biggest anxiety is. Threatening his dinner, the quickest way to get him to do anything is.)
As see you can, very motivational, I can be.