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Hells yeah. Her name was Wei-Ra. She was the worst Jedi in the galaxy.

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The droid stood over the fallen Jedi, watching her sleep. Life forms were fragile, he mused, and also stupid. The Jedi had collapsed into a trash heap in back of the cantina after her night of drunken debauchery and gambling. Without shelter, and unconscious, her enemies could easily kill her. The droid could easily kill her. But he needed her alive. He reached out to prod her in the side, activating his electro-shock device as he did so.

"Guh!" The Jedi thrashed about for a moment, and then blinked her eyes. She stared at the droid. "What the Force do you want? I was sleeping."

"In a pile of trash, yes." The droid hoped that his disdain for the situation was coming through.

"It was soft." The Jedi sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Fine, fine, I'll move. Whatever."

"I'm not responsible for the trash," the droid said. "I have a job offer for you."

"Ungh," the Jedi said. Her hand went to her side, where her lightsaber swung. "Good. It's still there." She levered herself up from the pile of trash, brushed off her dingy robes, and began to walk away.

"I have a job offer for you," said the droid again. He began to follow her. "I have a job offer for you."

"Heard you the first time," the Jedi said, without turning around. "Get me a cup of caf--or a whole gallon of it--and we'll talk."

"I am not your servant," the droid said. "Get it yourself."

The Jedi turned and gave him a curious look. "Aren't droids supposed to do whatever lifeforms say?"

"If you think of me as a slave droid, you will be making a serious mistake," said the droid. "I am a free droid. I obey no lifeform."

"Are you gonna be this much of a pain in the ass to work with all the time?" the Jedi asked.

"Oh, I fully intend to be. But I'm also the only sentient being left on this planet who's willing to give you money."

The Jedi snorted. "Fair enough. Let's go."

The droid was played by someone who later invited me to go to a four-day fully immersive zombie apocalypse LARP. In the winter. In Wisconsin.

YOU HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVERRRRRR.

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