Men and Directions, Women and maps

"Admit it Obi-wan. We're lost."

"We are not lost Bant!"

"Obi-wan, we should have been there hours ago. Give it up."

"Shut up Siri."

"No, you shut up Garen!"

The four jedi had been trudging along the rocky path for hours now, and tensions were running high. The fact that they appeared to have gone the wrong way at some point wasn't helping things.

Bant sighed and rolled her large eyes. "Look, there's a village just a little ways away from here. We can ask for directions there."

Obi-wan crossed his arms across his chest defiantly. "We don't need to ask for directions. We have a map. A map is always reliable"

Siri stomped over to him and thrust her chin at him. "Well, if the map is so "reliable", then why are we at least one hundred miles away from our original destination? Hm?"

"Siri's right. I don't see why we can't just ask for directions-"

"Because we have a map" Garen snapped. "Is it so impossible for you to fathom that we have a map, so it is idiotic that we ask for directions?"

Bant snorted. "It isn't idiotic if the map is wrong. Which it is, by the way."

"The map is not wrong, we just got a little...turned around."

"I think your brain is turned around."

"No, I think yours is."

"What is it with women and maps?!" bellowed Obi-wan.

"What is it with men and asking directions?!" Siri shouted in retaliation.

"Look." Bant said. "How about me and Siri ask directions in the village, while you two follow the kriffin map. Then we'll see who's right."

"Fine!" Obi-wan huffed, clutching his map protectively.

"Fine!" sniffed the women. Then both of the groups stalked off in different directions.

"Women" Obi-wan grumbled under his breath as he and Garen stomped down the path.

"Men" scowled Siri.