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I Hate When He Does That! | ||||||||||||
AUTHOR: N.E. Star SUMMARY: A writing challenge TIME PERIOD: some time after ROTJ TYPE: Humor RATING: G DISCLAIMER: Everything Star Wars is owned by George Lucas. I own nothing; I am making no money off this. I wish I could, ‘cus I am a poor 21 year old dancer, but that’s it’s own problem. ARCHIVE: The Library, Fanfiction.net, any others ask. FEEDBACK: Any and all are welcomed at N_E_Star@yahoo.com |
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R2-D2 was going down the hallway when the sound of metal feet rang out. "R2! It has been a long time. The last time we were together was the dinner on Galdy 4. You must remember it; Master Luke had come to research a Jedi that hed lived there 382 years ago. Mistress Leah was there for the Na'took ceremony. That is how the natives chose a new..." "I hate when he does this. He won't stop." thought R2. With a loud scream R2 spun down the corridor, shooting sparks. C3PO looked after him; "I hate when he does that." |
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