Long Hot Summer
|About to end, Summer is and glad I am. Now almost nine months there will be when sweat so much Kenobi will not. Like a fountain he is. Especially bad it is since rarely he bathes. Go into detail about his odor I will not. But say this I will - stepped in things that smell better than Kenobi, I have. |
When stand the smell no longer we can, Windu and Young Skywalker tackle him and hold him down while thoroughly with the pressure washer I spray him. Wild he becomes - loudly he yells, and desparately he struggles. Wet we all get. Like bathing a St. Bernard, it is.
In addition to Kenobi's lack of hygiene, developing among the Jedi during the Summer, another disturbing trend there is. Around the Temple in little more than their underwear a lot of the Jedi walk. Of course, as said before I have, all the way down to his tighty-whities Kenobi goes. But now when warm it gets, too far behind Kenobi, the other Jedi are not! And tell you let me, a pretty sight it is not! Better left hidden, some secrets are, if what I mean you know.
To institute a "Naked Day" at the Temple, Windu wanted. Lunatic. Fortunately, that idea the rest of the Council shot down quickly. Want to look at Windu's "love handles" we did not. Like a jelly doghnut he is - soft in the middle. Less time in front of the mirror, and more time at the Temple gym, he needs. Put down the moisturizer he should so that do some sit-ups he can.
Of course, look so great without clothes I do not. Used to point, some things did. Now droop or sag they do. Spare you the details I will. But, look so good when almost 900 years old you reach, you will not! Hmph!