Monday, February 13, 2006

Mondays with Dooku: Doing Time

Good day.












Well, actually it isn’t so good. In fact, it’s downright awful. I can’t talk long either. As you can see, I’m in prison. Now you may ask yourself, is it because I lead the separatist movement against senate? Is it because I am a Sith lord? Oh no. None of those things. It seems some one dispatched the local authorities on Qui-Gon and myself for possession of spiced brownies without a permit…or at least one that was readily available. It seems Master J.J. has the permit but he’s locked up in the Big Brother house. Or so I am lead to believe. It’s all rather confusing to me, actually.

Now I am stuck here, incarcerated with my old padawan, and forced to eat what barely passes for edible food while spending day after mindless day locked in a room that somehow is also my toilet. Uh…how revolting.

But I decided to try and make the best of it. While Qui-gon is trying to procure an attorney, I thought I would try to sell my story to the local papers. Unfortunately, by the looks of the first installment, it does seem like they some what missed the mark a bit.












I mean really. All that is is just scandalous journalistic fluff. They’ve totally revamped my story to make it look all tawdry.

Well, I’m being told by the guard that I have to hang up now. Hopefully by next week I’ll be out of this horrific place.

Well…ta-ta for now. I need to get back to my cell. My cell mate gets a bit anxious for some reason if I’m gone for too long.

6 comments:

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Ick.

I mean....

ewww.

I gotta go.

A Army Of (Cl)One said...

Did he use "the force" on you old bean :)

Anonymous said...

Oh Man , Is there any place I can wash my Hands !!

Feel all grody just readin about it.

Anonymous said...

ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Jardena said...

Can't you let Qui-Gon out of the box? He sounds so unhappy.

Son Goku said...

Ugh!