A Little Extra Help

One thing I don’t need is help with making the brownies. Normally Qui oversees most of the actual brownie construction. He knows how to blend the right amount of fudgy goodness with the woop-dee spiceness. But since he’s taking a sabbatical in the Æther, it looks like it’s up to me to oversee the mixing and baking.

Now, being a business minded Jawa, doing anything in the kitchen large scale just ain’t my forte. In fact I think I’d rather mud wrestle Hutts than cook in the kitchen, but since I’m the only other person beside ol Qui who knows the secret recipe, it looks like I’m gonna be Betty Crocker for a while.

Boy I hope QG comes back soon.

Not just for the baking but Dooku is driving me nuts. Oh, he cleans up after himself….sometimes. And the walls are thick enough that I don’t hear him snoring, but since Qui Gon has left he’s always underfoot wanting to help with something or another.

And thus, the time he decided to make the next batch of brownies.

“Here you go, ol chap. I thought I would help you out and mix up today’s batch of your delectable dank delights.”

“Wha-? Dooku…you made today’s brownies? But you don’t know the secret recipe.”
””Oh hogwash! Why, I should say, my own recipe has made many in my generation quite euphoric in its day. Qui-Gon never understood the subtle layering of intricate flavors like I did. Here, have a taste.”

“Hey, are those seeds? How much of our ‘spice’ did you put in there?”

“Oh, stop being such a baby and have one.”

So, throwing causion to the wind, I ate one of Dooku’s brownies. It was a bit dry at first and a twig got firmly lodged between my front teeth…but the taste was appealing.

I stood there for a few moments waiting for my body to react.

“There there, my boy. I told you they were good.” Dooku chimed in.

I wasn’t sure yet. Still I waited; his eye always on me.

Mesmerizing….turning….twisting…

“There…now don’t you think my recipe is better?”

Oh yeah….that fudgy goodness is hitting me now….

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No no, mr. T.V. man…I don’t need a hand…I need a tan and a fan….

Hamana-hamana-hamana-hamana-hamana-hamana-hamana-hamana….

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!