Dogma POV
"DOGMA KRELL! WHERE DID YOU GO?!"
"Sorry s- erm, Pong," I studdered.
"The dishes aren't in the living room."
"I know that."
"THEN WHY THE KRIFF ARE YOU IN THE LIVING ROOM!?"
"Watching the holoTV. Gotta say, I thought the Jedi was going to win that game."
"Seriously? A ball game? Do the dishes."
"Why can't you? All you do is sit here, while I work, do household chores, and take care of my brothers."
"You are a clone. My husband. You are lucky to have me."
"You want a divorce? I bet a Twi'lek would love me."
"She would have dumped you by now."
"So? She would at least help me!"
"I am a Jedi. I have to meditate. I can ask them for another loan—"
"Pong, sir, we are going to be in a bigger debt if you do that!"
"They don't care."
"Then why was a Banker at our doorstep yesterday asking for money? Hmmm?"
"I give up."
"Good. The dishes are in the kitchen waiting for you."
He frowned and got up to do the dishes. I walked back to the holoTV and watched it for the rest of the evening.
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Weird Ships - Star Wars
FanfictionThis is the book where strange and illegal ships are stored. Beware, some ships are platonic, romantic, and sexual! Yes, you can ship these ships! They just have some flaws. I don't own Star Wars or it's characters. I don't own any of the characters...
