"That's impossible." Both Master and Padawan were quickly running out of patience in this negotiation. The debate had been repeated every five minutes for over an hour now and there was no sign of either side yielding. "Would I lie to you about something like this?" Obi-Wan demanded, waving the evidence in the air. "If it meant covering up one of your midnight adventures," Qui-Gon countered, "I wouldn't put it past you on any day of the year." "But I'm telling the truth," Obi-Wan protested. Qui-gon folded his arms, glaring down his nose at his obstinate apprentice. "Let's review this again," he said patiently. "You returned from breakfast with a broken arm and claim that it was the fault of a petalfruit someone left on the refectory floor?" "Yes!" Qui-Gon shook his head emphatically. "Enough!" he declared. "For your dishonesty, you'll be scrubbing the initiate freshers for the next month!" "But Master..." "No more!" "It's not so hard to..." "It's impossible to break your arm by stepping on a petal..." There was a bellow of surprised dismay, then a great deal of crashing as Qui-Gon's fall took several trays of medical instruments with him. Then a low, expletive moan. "It's not impossible," he smirked. "It's as easy as slipping on a fruit peel."