I can get mean in a Cantina. Stormtroopers? Here? Can't a Jedi get a drink in peace while waiting for her Padawan?
While Snips went off into the backroom to meet her contact, I sidled up to the bar for an Eyeblaster.
Suddenly from behind came the sound of blaster fire! Two kriffin’ stormtroopers had followed us into the bar. The nerve of them.
Those guys hate me, especially the ones in Theed. Can’t say I think much of them, either. So with “Battle of the Heroes” echoing in my head, I took care of the problem.
As you see, Obi-Wan is my inspiration, though I don't stop with severing arms. All or nothing, do or die. Death to the Empire!
LMAO
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