Well, I'm back. Sheesh, another "clean up your mess after you make it" lecture.
Then again, I've been kinda slacking off once I found out we have maids....
Sorry. Must be my dad's genes. Speaking of which, my mom and dad visited me in my dreams recently. Dad and I started arguing, and mom muttered: "I have all these great genes, but they're all recessive. That's the problem here."
Sorry, getting off-topic.
I'm a typical Jedi. Having heightened senses and reflexes distracts you literally all the time. One time I was in the lounge and I kept hearing this suspicious noise. So I hunted around the place, trying to trace it. Leia was sitting on the couch, and she was looking at me with an eyebrow raised. Han was snickering, and Chewie was just staring at me in disbelief. Shortly afterwards, I discovered that the noise was coming from some coins in my pocket. Man was that dumb.
Ugh. Getting off-topic again.
See what I mean?
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After the Empire
FanfictionWell, my life is screwy. After the Empire fell, let's just say my life improved slightly. Never was great to begin with. I miss those innocent days of childhood on Tatooine....
