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A Birthday Celebration

By Liz Skywalker (lizskywalker@hotmail.com)

A/N: Came to me during a post on SWRR.

Website: http://www.geocities.com/lizskywalker

What it's supposed to be: Humor, but it's not very funny.

Rating: You mean, you actually care? It's G!

Why is it so short: Why should it be long?

What's this all about: Uh, Vader, Birthdays, Parties.

Why should I visit your site: Why not?

What if I flame you: The flames will be given into my teacher as homework with 
the title Why the Internet is corrupting our society as a whole. This will cause 
a resurgence in the movement to kill the Internet.

What if I still flame you: Well, if you already know you hate my stuff, why are 
you wasting you time reading this? Go read something else! Shoo!

Why are you still writing: I don't know. So what are you waiting for? Read!



	"Hush, here he comes!" Some one whispered loudly. Darth Vader walked 
in a one could feel the glare coming from his helmet. He looked 
around.
	"You should know by now that it is impossible to fool a Sith Lord." He 
said tiredly. "How many times do we have to go through this?"
	"SURPRISE!" Everyone answered, jumping out from behind furniture, 
paintings, and a life size portrait of Amidala. "Hey!" The portrait 
yelled and everyone jumped back in surprise. Admiral "Wreck" Havk 
grinned and held up his latest find "Ventriloquism for Admirals." 
Everyone laughed nervously and looked oddly at the portrait.
	"Darth Vader," Admiral "Chain" Gang started. "At least you could 
pretend to be surprised."
	"Sith do not pretend." Vader said, then sighed. "You got me a present, 
didn't you?"
	Gang ginned. "You bet your armor. and this year we got you something 
good."
	"Admiral, I have no use for another blender." Vader said, dreading what 
was coming next. To his surprise, they brought out a man bound and 
tied. 
	"Happy birthday, Vader!" They all shouted and dropped the man's gag. 
He gagged and coughed, then looked up and groaned.
	"Hi dad." He said and went over to the bar and got some liqueur.
	"Where'd you find him?" Vader asked the Admirals.
	"Oh, around." They answered vaguely.
	"You know, I was enjoying not having to pay for his clothing and other 
necessities. He still won't get a job." Vader complained. "My son's a 
drunkard and he still lives at home. I was rather enjoying the fact he 
ran away."
	"With a father like that, who could get a job?" One admiral whispered 
to another.
	"What was that?" Vader asked sharply. The admiral gave him an innocent 
look.
	"My lord, I do not know of what you speak." The admiral said and 
grinned behind his hand.
	Vader sighed. It was one of those birthday parties. Nothing could get 
this one back in hand.

The End.