The figure in dark robes impatiently stood in the Special Forces lobby, tapping his foot. The koala, once again, came through the office doorway and approached him.
"I'm sorry, General Wombat is still in a meeting. If you'll kindly have a seat."
Obi-Wan forcibly restrained himself from using the Force to blow a whole in the wall. Great power, great responsibility, yada, yada. "Look, pal, I'm trying not to be rude. But I've been waiting for HOURS!"
With a look of deep compassion, the koala shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry. Please have a seat while you wait. Can I offer you a cup of tea? A nice red wine, perhaps?"
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A few minutes later, Killa stepped back into the offices. Jaws was waiting. "How bad is he getting?"
Killa grinned. Oh, such an evil grin. "I think his hair's getting greyer by the moment. I saw a vein in his forehead trying to pop."
Jaws chuckled. "Think we should tell Wombie he's here?"
Killa checked his watch. Only 6 hours since the ex-Jedi had arrived. "Nah. Let's wait awhile yet and see if he melts the paint off the walls."
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