The Thermostat Crisis

Very cold on this part of Coruscant it has been lately. Lots of sweaters and long short johns I put on, but still cold I am. Besides, poor my circulation is. So the thermostat in the Temple I keep on high. And the thermostat moved to my room I had, because stop messing with it, people would not. So in my room, under lock and key and protected by an electronic password, it is. Whining about this constantly, the other Jedi are. But I think very reasonable, 92 degrees is. 98.6, most people's body temperature is supposed to be. So actually, kind of cool I am keeping it. But on complaining, these doofuses insist. Even at Council meetings, an issue it is. "Just look at Master Kenobi's seat!" Master Mundi said, "It has a permanent stain now. He is in a constant state of perspiration, as are we all. I can barely stand to look at him!" "No matter what the weather is, like a Womphog, Kenobi sweats," I replied, "And been there for a long time, that stain has. Surely remember all of the speculation months ago about the cause of the 'mystery stain', you must." "Well, we don't need to speculate on the cause of Obi-wan's funk," Windu chimed in, "Yes, I know it's normal for him to leave an aroma trail where ever he goes, but I am telling you it is far worse now! Ever since you turned the heat up, his smell has been so bad I'm afraid of getting sick from second-hand B.O.!" "Clear that up, another session with the pressure-washer will." "No!" Getting angry, Windu was, "You have got to turn down the heat! Do you know what this is doing to my skin? Do you realize the effect all of this perspiration is having on my pores? You turn down that heat now!" "No!" "Yes!" "No! Make me you can not!" "I think it's about time I showed you just what I can make you do!" To fight we got up. Moving towards each other we started. The last I remember that is. Apparently, from the heat we both passed out. So, to compromise I agreed. Down to 91 degrees, the thermostat is now. See how reasonable I am, do you?