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Rating: PG
Category: Humour/Parody
Summary: The "Woke up gay" syndrome has reached the Jedi Temple, third part in a series.
Disclaimer: Ok, so I don't own them, big news. I don't own anything, really so suing me would be especially pointless, since I don't make any money of anything.
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Feedback: Of course, it is always appreciated. Oh, who am I kidding by playing it cool? Please!
Author's Note: You should probably read the first two before you read this.
One lovely morning, Council Member Jedi Master Mace Windu woke up gay. He looked out of the window and pounced on his bed in happiness. What a beautiful morning!
He got dressed and marched into the cafeteria, swinging his hips suggestively, winking and whistling at passing Jedi. He strolled into the cafeteria, looking left and right, whistling under his breath as he put on his sunglasses.
He spotted Master Yoda and stopped dead in his tracks, "My, Master, did anyone ever tell you how lovely you look in the mornings? You're so green today, you're really quite a hunk!" Yoda looked at Mace, "What can you mean, Master Windu? Drugs, did you take? Your mind did you lose?"
"Yoda, can I ask you one question?"
"Ask you may."
Mace slid towards the nearest table and hopped on it, swinging his hips as he loosened his robe, singing, "Do you think I'm sexy?"
Jedi women all over the cafeteria starter whistling and throwing credits at Mace. Yoda took out his comlink, "Healers, another case we have. Hurry, you should. Master Windu's lightsaber we need not see."
The Healers arrived in time for Mace to be still half-clad. The howling audience was furious when the still swinging Mace was dragged from the cafeteria.
The door to the Healer's ward opened, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan got up and stood at the edge of their cells, almost touching the force field. Mace Windu slid in, half dressed and still wearing shades.
He half-sang, half-spoke," Who's the black Jedi Master that's a sex machine to all the Knights?"
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon started to do a synchronized back-up dance and on cue sang, "Mace!"
"You're damn right! Who is the man that would risk his neck for the Jedi Code?"
"Mace!"
Right on! You see this Jedi Mace is a bad motherf-"
"Shut your mouth"
"But I'm talkin' about Mace!"
"Then we can dig it" Master and Padawan were doing a complicated dance move behind Mace, who stood in front of their cells and sang in a velvety voice, "He's a complicated man, no one understands him but his lightsaber…"