Jedi Daycare

by Briony & the plot-Binkie

Archive:  M_A, anyone else welcome
Pairing:  sort of Qui/Mace
Disclaimers:  George own's em, we just have more fun and no cash
Category:  twisted humour
Rating:  sick humour, no sex
Warnings:  silly flufflet, a response to a sunny morning and most of a pot of strong tea

The noise was deafening, ear-drum piercing screams echoing throughout the entire complex.  Shrieking, bellowing, screaming:  hideous sounds tore through the sunlit morning. Small figures ran frantically back and forth, tripping over bright-hued plastic objects.  One very small figure crashed into the Jedi Master, quietly reading by the window.

"Uh....sorry, Master Jinn" piped a sqeaky voice.

"Dilwry, isn't that a cute baby rancor over there?"  Qui-Gon asked, never looking up from his datapad. "Why don't you go over there and pet his tusks.  I hear that they purr when you pet them."

Mace Windu turned around to observe with interest. "Jinn, just exactly what do you call that kind of daycare?"

"I'd call it thinning the herd."

There was a slight pause as Mace watched the children crowd around the snarling little monster.

"Ya damn right!"  Mace intoned in his best Shaft voice.
 

:::running for cover::::