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"Anakin, did I tell you that I met those women today?"
"What women? Why do we need to talk about *women* right now?" Anakin struggled in his own bondage.
"The 'Vanilla Ice Cream' Women."
"Oh.. um… Master… What. Is. That."
"Chocolate syrup."
"Master… I don't like that look in your eyes…"
"Master?"
"FORCE MASTER THAT'S HOT!"
Squirming.
"Oh Force, that tickles! Master! Stop! Stop! You aren't going to use that entire thing are you?!"
"Stop squirming Padawan, you're going to get it into the sheets."
Slurp.
"Master! Oh, oh, *Master!*"
"Anakin."
"Master, it's impolite to talk with your mouth full."