"WUFF!" Beans agreed with Ruus'all's assessment of their balls. Armen couldn't disagree. All three of these guys needed both of their balls per person, yielding six balls total. The Padawan of this threesome swiftly informed himself never to voice those thoughts out loud.
"Wait," Armen stroked his chin and looked to Beans for an answer. The dog just stared back. "That Bothan just might have witnessed your lightsaber going off." He stared back at Beans while talking to his master. "Last thing we need is some angry guy filing an official complaint with the Jedi Order about his speeder getting stolen."
Maybe we could just say we were operating under 0011 Top Secret Urgent Official Jedi Business and we needed an immediate vehicle immediately? "No," at that moment it was all Armen could do to stare daggers at his master and swear that a shroud had just covered his very own countenance. "We should kill him. The dark side demands it."
If an awkward moment were allowed to ensue then O by the canine commanders would Armen capitalize on it before bursting into laughter. "Kidding! Jedi are way cooler than Sith so Bothan's safe." He wasn't sure how his master would take his sense of humor at all.
Armen shrugged off whatever approach to take with the Bothan and left that ball in Master Solus' court. Either way the pair would skedaddle after concluding their business in the back alleys of Coruscant. There were lessons to be learned and one of them involved burning things up.
"Wait," Armen stroked his chin and looked to Beans for an answer. The dog just stared back. "That Bothan just might have witnessed your lightsaber going off." He stared back at Beans while talking to his master. "Last thing we need is some angry guy filing an official complaint with the Jedi Order about his speeder getting stolen."
Maybe we could just say we were operating under 0011 Top Secret Urgent Official Jedi Business and we needed an immediate vehicle immediately? "No," at that moment it was all Armen could do to stare daggers at his master and swear that a shroud had just covered his very own countenance. "We should kill him. The dark side demands it."
If an awkward moment were allowed to ensue then O by the canine commanders would Armen capitalize on it before bursting into laughter. "Kidding! Jedi are way cooler than Sith so Bothan's safe." He wasn't sure how his master would take his sense of humor at all.
Armen shrugged off whatever approach to take with the Bothan and left that ball in Master Solus' court. Either way the pair would skedaddle after concluding their business in the back alleys of Coruscant. There were lessons to be learned and one of them involved burning things up.
[EXIT ARMEN WESTYLL]
@Charles