Pads party rocked hardcore. I was all about bein able to just chill after Windu's... class... thing... Who knew self-improvement was so hard, yo? Anyways, I tol him I was sick or whatev, and went over to Pads'... pad.
I was early, but that was all good, 'cause I hadta... um... well, we hadta run a couple errands. She kept complain that her feet hurt so we went to go get her some new shoes or whatev. Then we got back, an by that time people were showin up an spit.
Bro brought his dad... an I gotta wonder what mom saw in that dude. I mean... shuh. You can't get
creepier than that guy. He kept pokin me, so I threatened to poke him with my lightsaber, an he stopped. Too bad that don't work on Yodes.
Me an Obs played the Master Yoda drinkin game (example: take a drink every time Yodes mentions Dolly. Two drinks when he mentions leavin 'presents', etc), an we were pretty wasted by about a half-hour into it. We prolly shoulda picked someone a little less... um... talkative. An we prolly shouldnta been doin shots. Whatev.
We played underwear bowling.... or, I did, anyway. An it wasn't so much bowlin as it was... lettin everybody get a look at the Chosen One shakin his groove thing. For some reason, Pads really seemed to like that.....
So then me an Pads spent some... quality time together... ya know, talkin about her senator stuff or whatev an the whole me protectin her thing... just talkin', a'ight? But then Typhoid started gettin all up in her grill about somethin or other an I couldn't see anybody talkin to my girl like that, so I threw down.
Well, I mostly just made stuff break... that always seems to happen when I'm pissed off, yo. I dunno why. I've gone through more lamps an droids that way... But then everythin was cool again, an I ended up stayin over at her place cause me + Obs + both us bein drunk = fightin over the bathroom. Pads has got, like, twelve bathrooms.
All in all, great party. But now I gotta work on the list Windu wants me to make of people I've "harmed" by my "attitude". I think first on the list is prolly Padme's goldfish, considerin I Force-broke its tank when I was all bein up in Typhoid's face.
Sorry Mr. Fishie. Didn't mean to slaughter you.