FF:WA Yoda's Ears Pub Re-opened

Cheeky wotsit! *Plots a way to fake the tests and drop out of uni...*

*Takes drink from Moose*
Thanks!
Umm... Wouldn't you be more comfortable on the sofa?

 

The fort has a sofa, it's also made of rum bottles.

It's not easy to fake. I know of someone who was told that dyslexics are good at taking notes. This person then produced loads of good notes and showed the person that told her, I don't think she was too happy to find out that dyslexics aren't good at taking notes. There are various tests that you have to do, and an assessment of needs.

Oh, and you really don't want to drop out either. It kinda feels like four wasted years, two spent on the degree and two at college so I could go back to uni. I'm now four years old than most people in my year, they're all still in the 'yay! party!' phase and I've moved on and it makes me feel old some times.

 

*Looks at the fort made of rum bottles*

Who? What? When? Where?

How long was I out for?

*Drinks wine out of the bottle*

 

Not long, I've been slowly building it as I drink the rum.

 

Oh, OK.

*Drinks more wine*

 

Mesa thinks there should be music. Mesa sing for yousa.

 

*Strangles barbar*

You know you're not allowed to sing in here. It's forbidden.

 

Where it say mesa no allowed to sing in pub?

 

*Quickly scribbles a sign saying 'Gungans are forbidden from singing in the Pub' on a piece of paper and holds it up to barbar*
Here!

 

*puts a sign saying "NO SINGING" at the top in big writing and "Minimum penalty: DEATH" underneath in smaller writing*

*points at the sign*

Right there.

 

*Crawls under the bar and produces a dusty piece of paper and and some vintage rum*

Here it is!

Under no circumstances, is barbarjinks to sing in any cantina in WA. Or the world for that matter. The penalty for disobeying this mandate will be having your voice box remved.

Signed founding memebers:
soneil
Jedi_Nat
Stink-jawa

See barbar. No singing in any cantina. Ever.

Oh, and moose, I found some rum under the bar you might like.

 

Oh, mesa no go against big boss Steve. Nosa.

 

Nat, you know you shouldn't encourage Moose...

*Takes the rum and hides it somewhere*

 

Maybe it's a good idea you hide it. It's the vintage stuff after all.

And barbar, you won't go against Steve, but where does that leave me as one of the founding members|? Huh??

Explain yourself!

 

Mesa sorry Your Highness.

*Bows head*

Mesa going now.

Bye.

 

Thank you barbar.

About time. He's finally gone. That silly Gungan pops in and out when he feels like it.

 

You even have Gungans in Australia? I'm beginning to think it really *is* Tatooine...

 

I've heard gungan is delicious this time of year? Is it served at the Yoda's Ears?

 

Mmm... Gungan pie...

 

*crashes back into the bar, blaster rifle in hand, from the toilets where he'd been hiding*

Aha! Now...!

*looks around*
*deflates*

How come you let the Gungan out of here before I had a chance to practice my marksmanship on him?

 

*puts up a cardboard cut out of a Gungan*

It's not quite the same, but will that do?

 

Saint, he left on his own accord. You have first dibs on him when he returns.

Believe it or not, yes. Barbar is one of the original WAFFER members. He's been around as long as I have.

 

That long, eh?
*Produces a feather duster and proceeds to remove the cobwebs from Nat...*

 

Don't forget the oil can.

 

Mesa pop in to say hello to highnessness.

Hello highnessness!