risky businizzle

Word up, ya'll. So here's the thing - Master Y, Obs, an, like everybody else cept for Windu who's all been up in my grill are on Naboo playin this big brizother thing or whatev, so I gots full runna the Temple. Nobody tellin me what to do or who not to sizlaughter or nuthin.

So I went an threw a "I ain't in jail yet, fools" party with all my dawgs. It was whack, yo! The Room of a Gabillion Fountains is, like, perfect for that sorta thing cause you can go swimmin and spit. An I totally owned at beer pong causa my mad Force skillz and whatnot.

This is so wizard. No Cheeto dust or nuthin (it's like sand - it gets everywhere, yo), no Force wedgies... Just Windu bein all Windu-y. We're havin another "Still ain't in jail yet" party tonight, and it's gonna be off the hizzy. Anyone still around who wantsta chill with the Chosen One is totally invited - we gots karoke an like an entire Corellia-sector's wortha booze, an the Die Hard trilogizzle. An hardwood floors we can slide across in our socks an spit.

This is the life!