|Want to have to do this I did not. But no choice these doofuses left me! No peace and quiet could I get!|
Still, perhaps too severe this punishment was. Maybe too cruel of me it was. Maybe gone too far this time I have.
Judge for yourself you can. This man I brought in, so that sing in the Temple hallways he could:
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[For some of you, too upsetting this picture may be.]
Sing through a loud-speaker in the hallway between the rooms of the doofuses I talked about yesterday, I had him. Running out of their rooms with their hands on their ears, they came.
"For the love of all that is good and decent, make it stop!" Windu pleaded, "Please make it stop!"
But only half-way through his first album "Knight Lover", he was. Even gotten to "Life Is Mostly Beautiful With You" yet, he had not. Like to interrupt someone when working he is, I do not.
At one point, laying on the floor in the fetal position, Young Skywalker was. "I'm losing the will to live, yo."
I thought maybe a good time to stop that was. "Ok," I told the man, "Stop now you can."
"Ok, pal. But I haven't even gotten to my 'Everybody Sunshine' album yet," he said.
My earplugs I took out, "Sorry. What say did you?"
"Don't you want to hear 'Everybody Sunshine'?"
"Maybe next time. Bring the car next time you must."
A while for the Jedi to get back their equillibrium, it took. Perhaps too cruel this was. But now make so much noise those doofuses do not anymore. So less annoyed I am, and the most important thing that is.