Challenge The four words at a time challenge continues

with Jocasta Nu who

 

a freakin' sweet hat

 

fanned, her face aglow.

 

"My archives are safe

 

for a quiet little

 

assignation in private," Jocasta

 

cooed, just before the

 

Sith hit the fan.

 

Flimsies, I-pods and datachips

 

dropped at her words.

 

The ceiling opened up

 

and Ewoks rained down.

 

They started their weird

 

mating ritual, swinging on

 

I-pod tunes and the

 

chandeliers, tumbling and coupling

 

until gundarks ate them.

 

Palpatine sneered, Jar Jar "ooh'd"

 

, Qui-Gon raised his hand

 

and smote the wicked.

 

And the Bith band

 

started another tune on

 

the stage, shared with

 

tap-dancing trolls and other

 

lead-footed winged insects.