A really short one, this! :P I don't own Star Wars!
Mace took another step back as he observed the scene in front of him. Qui-Gon Jinn was currently risking his life. After being refused his latest request, by none other than Yoda himself, he had proceeded to state, that for all Yoda thought he could order people around, he was smaller than everyone else in the room, with the exception of Master Yaddle.
Mace, glancing around, noticed that apart from himself and the two arguing Masters, only Yaddle remained. The others having slipped out in the time that the four of them were distracted.
Yoda's voice had risen to an incredible degree. "Not short, am I! Perfectly normal my height is, among my species!" Qui-Gon opened his mouth to make a retort, but was cut off by the small Master. "Know, you do, of dynamite. Small sticks, it comes in, but huge explosion, it creates! Like the dynamite, small people are!"
Qui-Gon, seemingly intent on death, replied, "You lose control of all your emotions when the right buttons are pressed?"
With a small growl of frustration, Yoda retorted, "Not important, it is, that come to your knees I do. How hard and how often, the important thing is!" With that, he proceeded to strike Qui-Gon repeatedly, across the knees.
Eventually, Yaddle seemed to decide that Qui-Gon had had enough. Stepping in, she said, much to Mace's horror, "Wrong both of you are! Fun sized he is!"
Qui-Gon and Mace exchanged a glance, deciding, in that moment, that they didn't want to know what she meant.