Obi-Wan: *muttering to himself as he walks through one of the overfilled storage rooms of the negotiator, supposedly alone* Oh no, I’m all alone in this big ship full of strapping young men with muscles as big as my head. It’d be a shame if they were to come in here and wreck me.
Waxer, who learned how to hide himself in the force last week cause apparently he’s not force null and has been playing hot and cold with other force sensitive clones all week: General, if you want a gangbang just say so, I ain’t about that ‘no means yes’ shit unless we’ve established a safeword first. Do you want me to ask around for volunteers or not?
Obi-Wan: *heart racing, tripped over a box, sittin on the floor lookin at Waxer with big eyes* oh dear lord I thought I was alone...