Grey Eyed Castaway
"Don't worry! I have everything under control!"
Jasper was clinging on to a strange contraption for dear life, a cylindrical object built onto the chassis of an old Treadwell droid. Out of two slits in the front of the machine, waffles were being fired off at a rapid pace, sending the confections flying across the hangar. Mechanic fled for cover, tool kits were knocked from their shelves, and many found the inside of their open starfighters filled with weaponized breakfast food. The padawan had latched his mechanical hand firmly to the bizarre contraption and was digging through an open panel on the top.
"This is just great," Jasper mumbled as he scrambled to find the kill switch. "That's the last time I make a waffle robot."
Finally, he found it. The kill switch, which was really just a button that fried all the insides in case of an emergency. Jasper pressed it, which caused the machine to slow before halting entirely. The rain of waffles over the hangar ceased and the chaos subsided, at least momentarily. The machine, under the weight of Jasper, promptly fell apart, the access waffles within spilling out like the entrails of a gutted tauntaun. Jasper fell to the floor, deciding to remain there. This had to be the single dumbest thing that he had ever decided to create. His BB-unit Blip emerged from behind a pillar, beeping at him in a melodic manner, as he usually did. The padawan didn't turn to face the droid, only placing his mechanical hand on it's head.
"Woop?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he sighed. "I'm just gonna lie here for a minute."
He'd just wallow in his embarrassment for a moment or two. That seemed appropriate.