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Ian Brazee-Cannon
Navigator- Sirs, we are approaching the planet Naboo. Motti- Naboo? Never heard of it. Piett- Isn't that were cookies come from? Motti- We should send down a landing party and explore the planet. |
Piett- Wow, what a rush Motti- What's that? Piett- I feel as though we are entering Some kind of space/time wormhole taking us into the past Motti- That's just the booze talking Piett- Your probably right |
Motti- Swamps? I thought there was was a great city on this planet. Officer None- There is sir. As well as grass covered plains. Piett- Wow, a world with multiple environments Motti- I guess anything is possible. |
Motti- What is that? Jar-Jar- hey-oo, me'ssa Jar-Jar Binks Motti- Huh? It sounds like it's drunk Piett- It says it's name is Jar-Jar Binks Jar-Jar- Tha'tsa what Iss says, okie-day |
Motti- It's obvious we're not going to find intelligent life in this area Piett- But, I think he's kind of cute Let's keep him Motti- That has to be the booze |
Motti- Maybe we can go... Jar-Jar- Whooh...Me'ssa gonna fall'in Motti- Now What? Piett- Hey, watch where you're falling! |
Jar-Jar- Me'ssa sooo sorry Piett- You spilled my drink. Motti- We'll get you a fresh drink when we get back ot the ship Piett- I don't think I like him any more |
Piett- I'm going to kill you Officer None- Admiral, I found several creatures that wish to speak with you Motti- More aliens |
Nute Gunray- Greetings, we are with the Trade Federation Motti- More drunk talk. At least you guys are legible. Piett. Piett- What now? |
Motti- Find out what they want. Piett- Who cares? I need to get a fresh Drink. Rune- We can get you a drink Piett- Really? Jar-Jar- Me'ssa lose only friend |
Motti- Get away from me Jar-Jar- Me'ssa trip'in over me'ss feet again Motti- Ahh... Jar-Jar- Whoops |
Jar-Jar- I'ss in big poo now. Piett- What do I have to do to get that drink? Rune- You shall have your men compete Against our battle droids, to the death Piett- Deal. |
To be Continued...
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