"AHSOKA! WHAT THE DONUT ARE YOU DOING?" Anakin screamed as his Padawan danced in front of the Jedi Council like Michael Jackson wearing a narwhal costume. All the Jedi Masters were pointing and staring at her strange behavior.
"I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!" Obi-wan screamed, bolting from his seat, eyes wild and crazy. He started hopping around the room, a wide grin on his face "I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT! I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT! I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!" he chanted.
Yoda pulled out a helium tank and took a lungful of the gas, he spoke," La la la la la la al a!" he yelled spinning around in his chair, sounding like a deranged chipmunk. He started to try to eat Windu's head. Windu slapped him with a deafening crunch. Yoda looked up, lis face looking like Justin Beiber.
The door opened, and Whoopi Goldberg stepped in holding a script, eyes glued to the papers.
"Excuse me, do you know where Stage 97A is?" she politely asked Ahsoka, her dark dreaklocks trailing behind her face.
"YEAH! YEAH! IT'S UP YOUR ASS!" Ahsoka yelled, laughing manically. Whoopi turned and walked out of the room without another word.
Padme walked in and started to grind against Anakin, who couldn't help but become aroused, in font of the insane Jedi Council.
"FUCK ME, ANAKIN!" she screamed, ripping off her clothes. Anakin slapped her out of her insanity, and she quickly regained herself and her clothes. Anakin mentally slapped himself, humiliated by his friends' behavior.
This is gunna take a while to explain.