Bad Kitty
EPISODE MMXIX:
DO NOT GO QUIET INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT... (WITHOUT COOKIES)
A STAR WARS STORY
RAID ON THE SILVER JEDI KITCHEN!WHILE JEDI MASTER [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"] SLAVES FOR THE YOUNGLINGS, WALKING FIFTEEN MILES THROUGH THE SNOW, UPHILL BOTH WAYS, IN ORDER TO BRING THE JEDI THE FRESHEST INGREDIENTS, ASSEMBLED USING THE LOST RECIPE OF MACE WINDU'S GRANDMOTHER'S CHOCOLATE CHIP, NEFARIOUS FORCES PREPARE FOR A FULL SCALE INVASION OF THE SILVER REST KITCHEN.
UNBEKNOWNST TO OUR APRON WEARING PROTAGONIST -- BUT KNOWNST TO US -- EVEN NOW, THE WOULD BE COOKIE SNATCHERS PREPARE TO STRIKE, RIGHT AS THE COOKIES ARE COMING OUT OF THE OVEN...
...OR THIS COULD ALL JUST BE THE PRODUCT OF ONE PANTORAN'S OVER ACTIVE IMAGINATION.
(PROBABLY THE LATTER)
THE SILVER REST | KASHYYYK
Okay, the smell of those cookies was SERIOUSLY killing him right now!
It hadn't been that bad until about five minutes ago. Honestly, who even knew that Jedi made chocolate chip cookies? Like, not like ever or anything. But, like, right this moment. Had Wu Man Fu... or Fu Man Chu... or Wu Tang Clan, whatever that lady's name was would have done a better job of maintaining proper ventilation, this probably wouldn't have even been a problem.
Instead, the smell of those cookies had permeated just about every room and floor in the temple.
Also, seriously, Jedi Master Chef? This was a thing? I mean, if those cookies tasted half as good as they smelled, then Boo would definitely be of the opinion that Jedi Chef ought to be more of a thing.
The shadows of the Jedi temple seemed to become detached, defying the light as they warped around the young Pantoran's frame. The Primeval youth slid and slithered through the halls toward the kitchen with all the preternatural grace of the Yuuzhan Vong predator that he ordinarily carried with him.
Planting his back against the wall, the boy looked at the entrance to the kitchen. This was zero hour. Already, he could hear the oven being opened. The cookies were hot and they were about to be on the move.
It was now or never.
Turning his head, the violet-haired youth made a series of hand gestures to signal the attack. Honestly, he had no idea who his partner was. Some random dude, bro, guy, jack, or whatever nerf herders were calling themselves these days.
This was what the smell of those cookies did to people. A pair of random dudes about to risk it all for a shot at grabbing something off that cookie sheet.
[member="Tom Taff"] | [member="Wu Yeoh-Mei"]