Title: Untitled Characters: Oro Dassyne, Comic Book Guy, General Grievous Notes: I dreamed this up years ago. Literally, the plot bunny came from a really bizarre dream I had. It's based off the original Clone Wars cartoon, so that gives you an idea how long it's been sitting around. I know how it ends, and I don't know why I didn't just finish writing it down at the time, but it's definitely not getting finished now. If for some reason anyone wants to take it up, you're welcome to it and may God have mercy on us all. Enjoy! (Or back away slowly, that's probably the better option. ) It was a bright and sunny day. General Manager Oro Dassyne was whistling as he parked his speeder and unlocked the front door of his store, Retail-Mart. Once inside, he took a minute to look around at the neatly stocked shelves. He was proud of the store and of the work he had done all through the years, starting as a shelf-stocker and working his way up to Acquisitions Specialist/Market Director, Assistant Manager, and finally General Manager. Other employees were arriving now, and Oro started whistling again as he set off towards his office. ****** Jeff Albertson, known to the world as "Comic Book Guy" (or on various forums, StudlyGuy or Comic_Book_Guy_3000), leaned back in his chair and yawned. He had been surfing the Internet for hours, checking out the latest news on games and comics and getting into heated debates over which superhero had more merit. Now he was tired. He really should go to bed, but one new post caught his eye. "Oh-ho," he said. "Padmé Amidala's black corset vs. Princess Leia's metal bikini. No contest." He sat back down and began to type out a scathing reply extolling the virtues of Leia's bikini. Once he hit 'post', he rubbed his eyes and yawned again. Suddenly, a strange light began to emanate from the screen. "Ohhh," Comic Book Guy groaned. "What is this?" He was suddenly pulled into a void and then the world went dark. ****** General Grievous was an imposing figure. Standing in the doorway, cape thrown back over one mechanical shoulder, he surveyed his surroundings with an air of disdain. Then a coughing fit overtook him and he scurried through the door, bent at the waist. Once the coughing subsided, Grievous began sidling towards his destination. RetailMart was selling a new product promising revolutionary new crystal technology, and he had been ordered by his master Darth Sidious to get ahold of one of the items. He rounded a corner and almost tripped over a large-framed human male laying in the aisle. "Human scum!" Grievous wheezed, twisting to shoot a contemptuous look at the human. The human ponderously sat up, rubbing his eyes. He seemed about to retort, then looked up at Grievous. "Don't tell me," he said. "The world has been taken over by cyborgs." Grievous made a disgusted sound. "Your General Grievous costume is admirable," the human said. ****** SUMMARY OF HOW IT WOULD HAVE ENDED: Grievous and Comic Book Guy get in a fight, Grievous trips over a mop and bucket sitting in the middle of an aisle, Comic Book Guy declares victory, and Oro Dassyne makes him assistant manager. Honestly I kind of wish I still dreamed things like this! Thanks for reading!