~~Call Me~~

The four Ho's stood in the closet staring at the ringing phone as if it were a hand grenade.

When the ringing finally stopped, Dorotea picked up the phone. "I'm gonna call Xani."

Emmy grabbed the phone. "Now is not the time for phone sex with your coffin boys!"

Dorotea grabbed the phone back. "He'll be able to tell us how to get out of the Temple!"

Julia and Sere exchanged a doubtful look. Emmy just shook her head. It had seemed like such a good plan: Storm the Temple, Grab Kenobi, Go Home.

Dorotea punched the Library number in. "Hey, Xani, it's Trinity."

"We've missed you Trinity, are you on your way home? We've had to do a little remodeling in the Library."

"Well, right now I'm hiding in a closet with Emmy, Julia and Sere at the Jedi Temple."

"What are you wearing?" Xani asked seductively.

Dorotea sighed. "Clothes."

"Too bad, you could take --"

"Xani, focus! We need to know a way to sneak out of the Temple."

"Okay, but first could you maybe just hold hands with..."

"NO!"

"If I tell you how to get out, will you blow up the Temple on your way out?"

"NO!"

Xani sighed. "Well, what's in this for me?"

Dorotea closed her eyes and sighed. "Sex?"

"Phone sex -- you, Emmy, Julia and Sere?" He asked.

Dorotea pushed the End button on the phone. "Okay, not a good idea. Let me call Darry."

"Oh, and THAT'S a good idea?" Emmy asked.

After much ringing, an out-of-breath nurse realized the funny chirps and beeps were her new phone ringing and answered.

"WHAT?"

"Darry, this is Dorotea, we need help."

"Dorotea, you won't believe what happened to the library. I'll tell you later, I'm busy right now. Doctor's appointment."

"Don't you dare hang up on me! This is all your fault! We're stuck in a closet in the Temple and we need a way out! And what happened to the library?"

"Just call the General."

"We can't call the General, Sere poisoned the Jedi! They're DYING!"

By this time Darry was only half-listening, as her "doctor" was whispering in her ear about the very thorough exam he wanted to give her-- with his tongue.

"Sure. Fine. Whatever," Darry said, climbing over Cic and throwing the phone against the wall -- R2D2 made a few sad beeping noises and then fell silent.

Dorotea looked glumly at the phone, which had started ringing again as soon as she hung up. She dropped the phone like it was on fire and the four Ho's stood around it watching it ring.

Finally, Emmy picked it up. "Hello," she said hesitantly, answering the phone, knowing they couldn't avoid the General forever.

"Emmy. Are you okay? We'll come right over to get you. Just go wait at the front desk," The General said excitedly into the phone.

Emmy listened to the sound of the Jedi barfing their guts out. "Um, I'm not sure if that would be a good idea..."

"Why not?" The General asked.

Emmy thrust the phone out at Julia. Julia took the phone and hurriedly said, "It looks so easy on ER!" Then she pushed the phone at Sere.

"The pot was so big, I had to put something in it. I didn't know!" She then thrust the phone at Dorotea.

"It is all Darry's fault!" Dorotea screamed. "If you come get us, I'll get rid of the coffins. I promise."

"Okay, stay calm and tell me where you are." The General directed as he brushed Laure's long blonde hair, feeding her shrimp at the same time.

"In a closet, somewhere in the Temple! I don't know where," Dorotea exclaimed, not staying calm. "Just follow the vomit and the security officers!" She screamed as threw the phone down. It made a one last beep and died.

The General sighed, kissing Laure's cheek. "We better get back to the Temple, quick, my love. They're in trouble."

Laure kissed the General's adorable cleft. "They're always in trouble. One more time, then we'll get them." She said as she unbuttoned the General's black shirt.

Next door, the Magic Fingers (TM) of Ky and Quintus' bed finally gave up the ghost.

THE END