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Then he was gone, in a flash and a smell of black smoke. Krillin jumped from around the corner and ran past where the guard had just before been standing. “Krillin! My friend! What has gotten into you?” Goku ran up behind him. “How has evil penetrated your heart so? Why must you kill these guards?” “Easiest way to get around in this spaceship,” Krillin said. “Look, another guard!” He fried the stormtrooper just as it ran out the door into the hall, blasters drawn. “I wish they wouldn’t scream like that,” Krillin said. “They sound like sissies.” “Ooo-ee, whata smell!” Jar Jar said, rounding the bend in the hall. “It’s smellin’ like bad cabbage!” “It’s Krillin, and his insane violence!” said Goku. “That is the smell of horrible death.” “Ooooh,” said Jar Jar, and he wiggled his eyestalks in circles. “Enough of this,” said Krillin. “I’ve found where they keep the food! Look!” He struck a dramatic pose, pointing at the door he stood in front of. “The snack lounge!” “All right!” Jar Jar said. “Food!” He ran inside. The room was full of snack machines, coffe makers, and drink machines. “Uh, but I don’t have any change,” said Krillin. He stepped out of his pose and slumped his shoulders. “I sure am hungry, though.” “I lost all my money to some bully at Hogwarts,” Goku said. “I guess we’re outa luck, then,” Krillin said. “Oh, really?” Goku said sarcasticly. “Why don’t you just destroy the snack machines?” “What? Destroy a perfectly good machine? I’d probably blow up all the snacks, anyway.” “Oh, never mind. I guess we can have fun staring at the candy with our noses pressed against the glass for a while.” So they did. *~*~*~* If it weren’t for Timmy, he, Ash, and Luke would have all been caught and sent to detention cells the minute they stepped off the [i]Falcon[/i]. Luckily, Timmy had the brilliant idea to pretend that he and the others were part of a class, visiting the Death Egg on a field trip. As Ash Ketchum spent most of his time whining about everything, and Luke was just generally clueless, they didn’t have any trouble posing as students of the Empire’s failing school system. It took a while, but they finally made it to one of the Death Egg’s many snack lounges. This one, though, was more than just a room with a few snack machines. It had tables with chairs, a real live cashier behind an actual counter, and a wide variety of beverages and delicacies from all over the galaxy. Timmy walked up to the stormtrooper behind the counter, who was wiping out the inside of a glass with a towel, and asked for a soda. “Could you be more specific?” the stormtrooper asked. “We have eighty-six varieties of soda.” “Eighty-six? All I want is some Coke,” said Timmy. “Could you give me whatever is most popular?” “Comin’ up,” said the stormtrooper. “And what would your hyper little friend like?” He pointed the towel at Ash. “I can’t stand it!” Ash screamed. “No drinks! I gotta go--now!” He ran straight out of the bar, searching franticly for a restroom, and accidentally knocking several other stormtroopers over catwalks to fall into the Death Egg’s monstrous power core. “Um, never mind him,” said Timmy. “Okay,” said the stormtrooper cashier. “Here’s your soda.” “Thanks,” said Timmy. Then he and Jar Jar sat down. Timmy was halfway through his eye-poppingly bubbly soda, when a large, burly stormtrooper and six of his buddies stomped into the snack bar. “A round of milk for me and my men,” he said, slamming his fist on the counter. “Nice and frosty.” “Milk is good for strong bones,” the cashier said over his shoulder as he filled up seven glasses with milk. “Great for growing stormtroopers.” “Just hurry it up! We’re in a hurry! We have to go get some Powerpuff Girls decals to put on the sides of our TIE Fighters after this.” “Here you are,” said the cashier, quickly giving the stormtroopers their glasses before their leader blew his top. “That’s twenty-three credits, please.” The stormtrooper leader picked up his glass, but didn’t make a move for his wallet. He took a sip, then turned his head towards Timmy and Ash. “They’ll get the tab,” he said. “Oh, no we won’t,” Timmy started to say, but he only got past the “Oh,” before the stormtrooper leader whipped out a blaster and pointed it between Timmy’s eyes. “Yes, you will.” Then he holstered his blaster and said, “C’mon, boys, enjoy the drinks!” Then they all proceeded to spill milk all over the fronts of their face masks, which, unfortunately, didn’t have holes at the mouth for drinking. “Meesa no havin’ moolah,” Jar Jar whispered to Timmy. “Meesa not even havin’ da money meesa get on my birthie-day!” “It’s okay,” said Timmy. “I’ve got a plan. Get ready to run.” Then Timmy squeezed his eyes shut and began to concentrate. Slowly, unnoticed by the stormtroopers, a portal opened over their heads. “Hey, kid, you gonna pay for those drinks?” the cashier asked. “C’mon, gimme the money.” He started towards Timmy. Then suddenly, dozens of furry bodies dropped out of the portal. 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