Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Temporary housing.

With the place in shambles from the F.O.O.F. crew, Qui-Gon and I have been forced to find temporary shelter. I decided to go with a new rebuilding crew and spared no expense. The only problem is that they said it would take a good two weeks before we could return. That left us high and dry for a place to crash at. That is, until Qui-Gon mentioned that Obi-Wan had some extra room at his home.

I was a little leery at first, but QGJ assured me it would be fine. Besides, we’ve been getting some strange people in robes breaking and entering our place of late. (Normally that wouldn’t bother me so much…it’s just that incessant cackling grates on my nerves.) So we sped on our way over to the Jedi Temple housing with only a duffle bag of clean robes and a toothbrush and some…eh…video tapes to my name.

But when we opened the door, I began to think that the YMCA might have been a better option. The place had a thick orange haze hovering in the air, his big screen TV was firmly fixed on the wrestling channel, and there was an odd, sour smell coming from the bathroom. The kitchen looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a month while dozens of empty beer bottles dominated every possible counter space. Funny that the garbage can under the sink was the cleanest thing in the house.

Then I got my first good look at Obi-Wan…











Man, has he let himself go. I thought Jedi’s had weight restriction rules. But I told myself it was only temporary. I could live with this for a few weeks. After all, I use to live out of a dilapidated sandcrawler for months on end, I could do this. I just need a little office space and a bed and I would be fine.

Obi-Wan snapped his fingers (releasing a fine plume of Cheeto dust) and grabed a TV dinner tray. “Eh….here’s your office,” he told me.

I rolled my eyes. “Great. Okay, where’s the bed?”

“Um….I don’t have an extra bed…”

“That’s okay. Which couch do I get?”

“Um….I can’t spare any couches at the moment. It’s bass fishing season and I got to let the frogs out.”

I tried not to think to hard on what he said. It only made my head hurt. “Okay…so where do I sleep?”















Well…aint this cozy.

10 comments:

flu said...

WoW! Ben's got one seriously THICK layer of cheeto dust on him, doesn't he?

That cheeto dust almost looks like a spray on tan.

Master Yoda said...

Wait until Kenobi's "night terrors" you have to put up with.

j00|{z said...
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Leia said...

Orange and puffy, like one big Cheeto.

Anakin Skywalker said...

Twelve years, G. Twelve years...
Windu's the only one who bothers with the cleanin and spit, cause he's all girly like that, an I'm all busy and stuff an Obs is just...

well...

you see.

jedisiri said...

ewwwwwww...

Jedi Katt said...

*lol* Need a can of diet coke before eating cheetos?

Anonymous said...

you know, there were probably dozens of friends you could stay with for a while, but you had to pick Kenobi...

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Funny, we had that deer picture in our house when I was a kid. Honest.

Jo Jo The Monkeyboy's Ghost said...

And he's got my picture up! Ol' Ben's always been my number 1 fan!

Thankth for entering my superduper super swell themesong competition. I will choose the winner tomorow!

Until then, howya doin' little jawamonkey buddy bwauth?