Elevator Politics

Riding the elevator in the Senate building I was today. There, Chancellor Palpatine, Senator Amidala, and her handmaidens were too. Suddenly, the cheese someone cut. Pretty bad it smelled. To pretend like it didn't happen, the Chancellor and Senator tried. But let this offense go, I could not. Take responsibility, someone had to. "Chancellor," I said, "like to venture a guess would you..." "Oh no," he responded, "I shall not be drawn into another game of 'Guess Who Farted' by you, Master Yoda. As I recall, the last time that happened, I was quite unjustly branded the 'Feller' even though I was clearly not the 'Smeller'." "My fault that was not. Make the rules I do not." "My understanding is that you did in fact make the rules for 'Guess Who Farted', as you created the game in the first place." "OK, so make the rules I did. Still, Chancellor, chosen as the 'Feller' fair and sqare, you were. However, this time, make the 'windy' you did not. No, from someone else the toot came." "I confess," Senator Amidala said, "Like, it was me, alright? I did it. I'm sorry. God. Whatever." "Wait," one of the handmaidens said as forward she stepped, "Like, I am the real Padmé Amidala. This is my handmaiden. They're like, trained to take the blame for me when this happens. I am the gas passer." "Like, are you sure?" Said the first one, "I was like so sure it was me." "I could've sworn it was me," yet another handmaiden said. I think maybe too close those girls are.