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Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Rebooted, Written-Directed-Narrated and Starring...
Samuel L. Jackson! With special guest Director Quentin Tarantino!
Cirian challenged legendary Jedi Master Mace Windu to a sparring duel. Here is a snippet of what went down..
Cirian: Hello, Master Windu. I have always admired your mastery of Vappad. You manage to keep your emotions in check.
Mace Windu: Blah blah blah. Whatever. Ignite your kriffing lightsaber right now, and prepare to get the worst butt-whipping of your life. I have strategies to go over with the Clone Commanders, I have to attend this stupid, stupid social gathering tomorrow, and I have to go kiss Palpatine's feet for some reason or another. Not literally of course.
Cirian locks sabers with Mace...
Mace:...why does it stink in this room, all of a sudden? What in the Force have you been eating, woman?
Cirian: WeeellllI I did get drunk with Senator Amidala and we ate a bunch of Bantha Stew...sorry to say..also is my my Ataro any good?
Mace: You're supposed to be leading the CNS, yet you can't be bothered to eat right before you come into a professional situation? And no, your form sucks..now I'm ending this duel...
Later on, in the Jedi Council Chambers..
Mace: You mean to tell me that Palpatine is pulling back half our Clonetrooper Commanders for his own gundark-crap Lifeday Celebration? When we're mostly on the offensive right now?
Obi-Wan: Yes, Master Windu. I'm perplexed as you are.
Yoda: Stopped, this must be. Immediately. Idiot, Palpatine is.
Mace stands up and opens a secret compartment on his seat; he pulls out 2 bottles of some expensive Corellian Brandy, passes a bottle to Master Yoda. They both down the entire bottles in less than a minute.
Anakin: What just happened...?
Yoda: Kriffed, the Chancellor is. Pissed, Master Windu and I am. Dead, tonight, he will be. Install your friend, Amidala, as interim Chancellor. New elections.
Mace: Forced-damn kriffing right, Master. Let's do this. Obi-Wan, if by some chance we die, you're the new Grandmaster. Anakin, you whine too much, if I had my way you'd still be a Padawan. Everyone else? This is gonna be fun.
*Mace and Yoda strut out of the room, cue spaghetti western music and a Fade to Black*