Attack on the Jedi Temple

A massive attack on the Jedi Temple, General Grievous and the droid army launched today. During Matlock this was, so very inconvenient for me it was. Call before attacking us, I wish Grievous would. But very impolite he can be. Away from Coruscant most of the clone troopers were, so no back-up we had. At first, attacked the Temple, only about 50 droids had. Short work of them we made. But then, into the temple, hundreds of droids swarmed. Then thousands. Overwhelmed we were. To fight creatively we had to. "Down the hallway by Kenobi's room, lead the droids!" the other Jedi I ordered. Then, at just the right time, "Now, Kenobi!" I yelled. At that moment, his door Kenobi opened. Out of his room a large cloud of Cheeto dust came. See, the droids could not. Also, getting stuck in their circuits the Cheeto dust was. Able to take out many of them that way, we were. But enough, that was not. Still coming they were. So I ordered, "To the parking garage lead them!" We kept retreating until in the parking garage we were. By the time Grievous and his troops had arrived there, waiting for them we were. At the far end of the parking garage, gathered behind Bob the Bantha, all the Jedi were. Pointed at Grievous and the droids, Bob's tushy was. "Give up, Jedi," Grievous said, "You are cornered. There's no where you can run." "Right you are, General," I said, "With you I agree. In quite a... uh... something we are. That word I'm looking for, what is? In what we are?" "You mean you're in trouble?" Grievous offered. "No, the word I am thinking of that is not. In something else we are." "In deep doo-doo?" "No, no. That, it is not either." "In escrow?" "No." "In a rut?" "No." "In debt?" "No." "In like Flint?" "No, the situation we are in now, it describes." "In over your heads?" "No." "In danger?" "No." "In peril?" "No. A food-related word it is, I think." "In a jam?" "No. I think with 'tickle' it rhymes." "Oh, you mean 'pickle'. You're in quite a pickle!" "WUAWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Bob the Bantha yelled, and then, phhlllllllllbbbbbbttttt!!!! Right on cue, it was. Ever seen droids run so fast, I have not. But outrun the sonic fart wave, they could not. Smashed to pieces when blown against the wall by the wind, many of the droids were. The rest, melted by the toxic fumes right where they were standing, they were. "Retreat!" Grievous yelled, "Re*cough*treat! *cough* *gag* *cough*". But too late it was. The only one left standing, he was. About to chase him we were, but out of the garage and into a waiting transport ship he jumped. Other than that, today nothing much happened. Kind of boring it was. How about you?