NO KAROKE MACHINE, YO!
Turns out Yodes is all "Leads to the dark side karoke does" or some shizzy like that an he chucked it. Well, dude, what are we s'posedta do after eleven roundsa Corellian Ale-pong? Stand around an stare at each other? I mean, underwear bowlin's all cool an spit, but sometimes a Chosen One's gotta sing that stupid "Feelings" song off key.
Okay, so the karoke machine's screen was kinda broken, an sometimes the speakers went inta overdiz-rive without warnin, but... it was a good machine, ya'll. It will be missed.
So then me an Ferus got in a fight over who looked stupider in their Padawan haircut (he wins, cause I have a MUCH better haircut now an he's still rockin the braid) an I think I mighta broken sumthin like a lamp or a window or sumthin with the Force or my roboclaw or Ferus' head or sumthin... it gets a little fuzzy after that.
But then the next night was Palps' "comin out" party, which was SO not what I thought it was gonna be.
That was pretty kickin - lotsa free booze, politicians to annoy, politicians to... er... protect... holonet crews, the whole deal. 'Cept Palps kept callin me "Lord Vapor" or sumthin like that, which was kinda messed. I mean, he's old, but he ain't, like, Yoda-old.
Wonder if it has anythin to do with the "So You Want to Fall to the Dark Side" pamphlets he keeps slippin in my robes whenever he thinks I ain't lookin. Whatev.
So I'm all bein the Hero With No Fear/Jedi posterboy, whatev for the holonet crews, which seemed to make em happy, specially when it was time for underwear bowling... which, Pads has informed me, is not an "appropriate party activity for an official Republic function". But dude, I wasn't the one billin this as a comin out party so I dunno what ya'll expect from me.