Thursday, August 11, 2005

Chapter 1: Windu Pain

It was late at night with the lights down low. The trilling sounds of speeders zooming by were but a faint hum. Qui-Gon’s wide array of lava lamps silently percolated in the restful gloom. It was a time to relax with a cup of spiced Tarsinian tea before bed. Once again I would have to make the early commute back to Tatooine so it was going to be an early night for me.

That was…until he dropped by…again.

Yup. It was Mace. I suppose I shouldn’t have encouraged him the first time. Ever since he got voted off early from Survivor, he's been coming over to the pad with alarming frequency. And in his hands, more videotapes of his favorite movies.
"Hey, you forgot? Tonight's movie night."
"No...I didn't actually forget..."
"You have GOT to watch this movie. You will cry like a baby. He then slipped in 'The Way We Were'. Come on, sit down. You'll love it. "
I might have liked it - might have, mind you, if I was ever given a chance to actually watch it. Every five minutes there he was nudging me in the ribs and pointing at the screen telling me what was happening...like I couldn't already see it.









"Man, that is just some beautiful s**t, there. The way those two are made for each other and all. Oh! Oh! Watch this! They see each other again and they both miss each other but it's just too late for them. They can never go back...to the way....they were." Sniff...sniff... "Man, you got a hanky around here somewhere?"
Yup. Can't wait for the rest of those Jedi's to come back from Tatooine and take little miss sensitive off my hands.
"You know, Robert Redford was a pretty man, wasn't he? I mean for someone with a head of hair, that is..."
"Oh darn! The movie's over. Well I guess it's time to say goodnight..."
"Oh but I also brought along Steele Magnolias and Beaches."
"Oooo, tempting... if I didn't already have my manhood ripped off by that first movie. You'll have to go home and watch it yourself. Sorry. Here, let me help you to the door..."
-slam!-
You know, if this place wasn't such a kicking pad, I would move far, far away just so he never finds me again. Maybe Qui-Gon can ward the place against him when he gets back.

Ahhh...now for sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep. No Mace...no hassles...no chick flicks. Just me and my pillow and blissful sleep with no one else around to bug me.






























...to be continued...?


13 comments:

Aayla Secura said...

Oh my...do you always have creepy things watch you in your sleep? I wouldn't be able to handle that.

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Oh oh. Do you have a long lost twin or anything?

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Spurned lover?

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Forgoten relative?

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Angry customer?

Anakin Skywalker said...

Dude! You've got Mothman livin in your closet, yo!

Leia said...

I didn't know Mace had rabies. And that picture of you is so darn adorable!

flu said...

Mace almost has a little stubble on his head, there.

Man, you look as teeny as a stunted Jawa in that huge bed!

uh-oh, looks like someone else is coming!

Quick, play dead! Maybe they'll go away!

flu said...

Aayla, you mean you've been living in the Temple all this time and never noticed the camera in your....uh, nevermind.

Are those the wild eyes of someone's dear insane uncle?

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Could it be a lost moleman?

owenlars said...

You're like a really sick bastard. Do you know that? Kudos!

Darth Maul said...

It beckons you to the dark side.

jedisiri said...

mace wears white?it's..........nevermind.