"But Master!" Obi-Wan protested, a tad over-petulantly. "I don't *want* to!"
Qui-Gon looked at his padawan and sighed. It was going to be another one of *those* lessons. Really, he thought, the boy had been nowhere near as whiny when he'd first taken him on. It would serve him right, if at some point in the distant future, he was forced to teach one as snivelling as himself. A sense of calmness washed over him from that thought. It shall be, he realized, and smiled to himself.
"It's *nasty!*" Obi-Wan continued, intent on getting his point across.
"Young padawan," his master said, quietly, "it is a test of your equanimity. If it were not nasty, there would be no point."
"Master *Yoda* never made me eat that sort of slop!"
"Master Yoda is not here." He dearly wanted to add, "and stop acting like a spoiled six year old brat," but this *was* a lesson in equanimity, after all, and that was hardly the sort of precedent he wanted to set.
"Where did you find this slop anyway?"
Ah, for the old days of the belt buckle discipline, Qui-Gon lamented. "Just eat it. The sooner you eat it, the sooner it will be over with."
"I don't wanna! What is this 'Spam' anyway?"
"Young padawans who stubbornly refused to obey their masters," Qui-Gon replied acridly.
"Funny."
The showdown was clearly not going to end any time soon...
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