Peace and Quiet, All I Want Is

I think allergic to Kenobi I must be. Whenever around he comes, a headache I get. Hide from him now I must when some peace and quiet I want. Unfortunately, very good at finding me he is. And take a hint, he can not. "Master, whatcha doin inside that there kitchen cabinet?" "Uh... er... inspecting the pots and pans, I am. Close the door now you must, please." "That looks like fun. Can I do it too?" "No! I mean, too big you are. Fit in here you would not." "I betcha I could too fit." The next thing I knew, being squished between the Teflon non-stick pans and that stack of Tupperware without the lids, I was. "This ain't as much fun as you said," Kenobi said. "Said it was fun I did not! Invite you I..." "Hey!" Harvey the Youngling's voice I hear, "I wanna play!" "No, Harvey!" I yelled. But too late it was. Before I knew it, up in my face, my foot was. Move, I could not. "This isn't fun!" Harvey said, "You guys play some weird games, Master Yoda." "Mmph mmph ummph ummph!" I said. I think a vacation I need.