We see if a friend will let us crash with them.
Qui insisted that Obi Wan would let us stay with him in the
“Well, I’m sure we can stay in one of the empty rooms at the temple,” said Qui Gon. I remember there were plenty of empty rooms on the third floor for when we let the frogs out.”
So we hoofed it over to the
We first sought out Obs, who just happened to be in the meeting room with Mace Windu. It seems someone turned poor master Windu’s head into a Chia-Pet.
Doesn’t look that bad, actually. Unfortunately, he didn’t think so.
“Oh hell no!!! HELLLLLLL NOOOOO! When I get my hands on the fool who did this, I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger that would attempt to poison my pretty, pretty head. And he will know my name is Mace Windu when I lay my vengeance upon thee! What are you laughing at, Kenobi?”
After ol Ben stopped his snickering, he came and gave me a warm hug, which left a nice layer of Cheeto dust on my cowl. He then gazed at the floating poncho and cow bell next to me.
“Oh Jeez. Where did you get the cow force ghost?”
Suddenly something smacked him upside the head.
“Oh, master…is that you? I thought you was a cow. So um…are you guys back to watch the monster truck mud wrestling? They finally found a way to make two big, big, gigantic, big, big trucks wrestle. It’s like wrestling and trucks…together…”
“um…maybe later. Ya see, we’re a little down on our luck at the moment and wondered if we could crash here at the temple for a little while. Qui tells me there are some rooms on the third floor that are free.”
”Third floor? Um…I don’t think so, J.J. They converted most of those rooms so that we can play miniatures. But hey, there’s a free room just down the hall from mine if you two don’t mind sharing?”
“It will have to do. Let’s see it.”
Five minutes later and we were standing before…
“…a closet? You want us to live…in a closet?”
“Well, it is a big walk-in closet, J.J.,” consoled Qui Gon. “We can both fit in here for the time being.”
“Fine…what ever. Send in some cots…and a bucket of sand or two.”
Just then a man from GPS (Galactic Percales Service) walked up to us. “Mr. Q.G. Jinn?”
“I’ll sign for him,” I told the man. “What is it?”
”I got 48 boxes shipped from the Tropic-0 cruse line.”
“Oh wow man…That’s like…all my souvenirs. That will make the place all homey like.”
“Um…I hate to break it to you Q.G., but as you can see, our new living accommodations…AINT GONNA FIT ALL THAT CRAP! I mean, look at all this stuff? Where are we going to put it?”
“Oh, hey, I know…” Obi Wan jumped in. “There’s another closet space on one of the top floors of the temple. Not too many people go up there. You can use that.”
“Sure no one is going to mind?”
”OH no. I never see anyone in there anyway. It’s all good.”
“Well, as long as it doesn’t belong to anyone…”