Rated PG-13 to the MAX for language and crude humor as well as some sexual humor.

The two idiotic Jedi Knights, Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi flew their star fighters clumsily through the chaotic battle above Coruscant. The evil General Grievous has swooped down like an eagle and stolen Chancellor Palpatine right from his very own office, so the Jedi Council had sent Obi-Wan and Anakin to rescue him on account of all the good Jedi being dead, or currently taking a break for tea. Anakin and Obi-Wan were too stupid to care about their tea however.

"Where the hell is the general's flagship?" Anakin asked his master through his comm, ignoring the fact that there was a massive star cruiser in front of them with a sign that clearly read, in fruity colored, neon letters: THE GENERAL'S FLAGSHIP.

"I don't know!" Obi-Wan cried. "But we have to rescue the Chancellor! I heard Count Dookie was gay!"

"First of all master, it's Dooku. Secondly: holy crap! We got to get him out of there."

"I suggest we find the ship then."

"No! That's a horrible idea, why don't you call Bigballs on the communicator and ask him where it is?"

"Excellent idea my young padawan!"

"Hey I'm a frickin' Knight now Kenobi so you just shut up!"

"Whatever." Obi-Wan replied, tuning through several random channels, most of them were just full of heavy metal music and strange, disgusting sounds. Finally the Jedi Master (though who knows how he got promoted to be one) found the correct channel.

"Bigballs, do you copy?"

"It's Oddball master Kenobi." Oddball replied.

"Whoops! Sorry, hey do you know where Gurvey's flagship is?"

"It's right in front of you! You freaking moron, it's the one that says THE GENERAL'S FLAGSHIP in pink and baby blue letters with those two battle droids on it in that sick position."

"OOOOOH!" Obi-Wan cried in realization.

"I suppose you are correct Screwball."

"ODDBALL!"

"Oh, yes of course. Thank you for your assistance."

"Whatever, moron. Ok co-pilot clone dude, let's get… holy crap! We're going down!"

The comm channel then turned to static and was replaced by loud rap. Obi-Wan began dance in his cramped little star fighter like some idiotic gangster.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? Flashed across his computer screen in large red letters as his astromech droid R4 had asked him. Obi-Wan discontinued his dancing.

"Oh, sorry." He said embarrassed. He switched back to Anakin's channel and was greeted by his former apprentice's loud shrieking bursts of laughter.

"What?" Obi-Wan asked.

"While you were going gangster buzz droids landed on your ship!"

"Oh stop being overly dramatic Anakin… holy crap there's, one, two, three, seven, sixty two, five hundred and seventy eight…. Oh my god there's seven buzz droids on my ship! Whoop they're little metal asses R4!"

However Obi-Wan gasped in horror as a buzz droid began to eat poor little R4 while pouring various sauces and condiments on him such as anchovies, ranch dressing, oil, tomatoes, butter, slices of actual human flesh, and let's not forget the always tasty clumps of half charred wookie fur!

"Damn… Anakin help me!" Obi-Wan cried.

"Keep your ship steady master." Anakin ordered.

Obi-Wan glanced around wildly as Anakin's hot pink Jedi Starfighter came in uncomfortably close to his light purple one. Without warning Anakin ship ejected a long cylindrical object and began to squirt white hot acid on the buzz droids, however the acid also began to burn through the armor of Obi-Wan's ship.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Obi-Wan cried incredulously.

"It was a lot better that R2's idea!"

"And what was that?"

"He suggested I just sit back and watch you die."

"That little droid bastard, remind me to give him a good ass kicking when we land."

"How dare you! R2 is like the son I never had."

"It's a frickin' droid Anakin! Unless you got married and settled down in a love shack with a female astromech then it is utterly impossible for it to be your son."

"It's a he Obi-Wan! How dare you insult R2!"

"How do you know that it's a he?"

"Never mind." Anakin said quickly as he eliminated the rest of the buzz droids.

"Hey have we been on an international comm channel this whole time?" Obi-Wan asked in alarm.

"Indeed you have been." Yoda's voice said. "Even on Coruscant we can fricking hear you so shut up and get on with your mission you morons!"

"Yes master," Anakin said, they were quickly approaching the General badass star cruiser which had lot of turbo laser guns and really, really, really, really, really, really, big laser blasters.

"Anakin, have you noticed the shields are still up?"

"I thought shields were myths."

"No, they're right in front of you idiot!"

"Oh! I see them. What the hell do we do?"

"What do you mean we? Anakin, you know I'm too much of a pansy to do something as risky as destroying shield generators."

"Oh, right." Anakin replied. "Fine then, make me do all the dirty work!"

"You always do the dirty work, and from my experience you always seem to enjoy it! I remember that one time on Tatooine when we walked into that dirty motel looking for the Twi'lek female death stick dealer—"

"Ew! Don't remind me!" Anakin said as he pulled his ship to the right and took out the shield generators. Suddenly a huge metal door began to close to stop all the air from being sucked out of the hanger. Vaguely Anakin wondered why the droids would need air.

"I've got a bad feeling about this!" Obi-Wan cried.

"Oh will you just put a sock in it? You always have a bad feeling about everything! You have bad feelings about afternoon tea time!"

"Well if master Yoda wasn't such a rude little man I wouldn't have bad feelings!"

"Master Yoda is a guy?!"

"Anakin I believe you are thinking of Yaddle."

"Oh, yeah. Well if you weren't such a pansy you could deal with Yoda."

"Shut up Anakin." Obi-Wan snapped as their ships entered the hanger bay in the knick of time and skidded to a halt on the ground. Two super battle droids jogged up to them, the two Jedi were oblivious to that fact however, and were still arguing about Obi-Wan's pansyness.

"Pansy, pansy, pansy!" Anakin chanted.

YO ANAKIN? R2 asked in the form a hot pink bubble letters flashing across his screen.

"What is it?" Anakin asked the astromech.

TWO SUPER BATTLE DROIDS ARE HEADED RIGHT FOR US!

"Well deal with them. I want to continue making fun of Obi-Wan."

NO FREAKING WAY! I'M NOT DEALING WITH THIS CRAP! YOU'RE THE JEDI!

"Fine," Anakin sighed, giving in, much to Obi-Wan's pleasure. Both Jedi ignited their cerulean lightsabers and jumped out of their respective and fruity colored fighters. Anakin landed in front of one droid, Obi-Wan in front of the other.

Anakin smiled wickedly as he thrust his foot into the droids groin. When the droid did not react however, a confused look came across Anakin's face. Then he realized that droids had no pain receptors so he simply cut it in half before it could fire. The droid Obi-Wan was facing however, was much more adept at fighting. It set its blaster arm to stun and shot Obi-Wan straight in the butt. The Jedi master began to hop around wildly, clutching his rear end and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Anakin came to his rescue and stabbed the droid through the chest plate. He waited for several long moments as Obi-Wan ran around in circles crying "MY BUTT IS ON FIRE! MY BUTT IS ON FIRE!" Finally after ten minutes had past Anakin strode up to his former master and smacked him hard across the face.

"Get a hold of yourself! You're butt is not of fire!"

"It isn't?" Obi-Wan asked hopefully.

"No." Anakin replied.

"Oh, well in that case let's find the Chancellor."