Jenny Jones
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,564
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Episode 2
Announcer Dude: Hi everyone. Support the Foundation for the Survival of Computer Desks. The author really mistreats her, so boycott this story. This has been a public service announcement. And now back to your regularly scheduled program.
Yoda: *waves hand in front of audience and camera* Disregard that you will.
Audience and random TV viewers: Disregard that we will.
Yoda: Good this is. Scott Summers, our next guest is. Come out he will.
*applause*
Random Audience Member (here on known as RAM): Hey, I thought this was just Star Wars characters!
Lessa: (randomly entering) Hi. I’m the author. I’d like to point out that the title of THIS fic is Jenny Jones. JUST Jenny Jones. It’s a rewrite.
RAM: Ohh. . . Thanks.
Lessa: *nods and exits*
Scott: (entering) Hi.
Yoda: *waving gimer stick* Explain problem, you will.
Scott: *gulp* Well, see, I’m kinda dating this girl. We were fine before this new guy showed up at the boarding school we work at. Now I think she’s, you know, with him.
Yoda: Hmm. Interesting this is. Help you I can, yes, hmm. (GO EMPIRE!!!!! [strikes back]) Bring out girl in question, we will. Jean Grey, she is.
Jean: Wazzah?
Yoda: Believe you may be cheating, Scott does.
Jean: *totally fake innocent look* What? Me? Cheat? Preposterous!
Scott: *muttering* Yeah, and they way you look at Logan means ABSOLUTELY nothing. . .
Yoda: Hmph. Bring out this Logan we will.
Logan: Yo. Waddah? Heya, Fearless Leader.
Scott: *grinding teeth* How many times have I told you NOT to call me that?
Logan: *grins* Lost count.
Yoda: Ask why, I must, why stuck with such idiots, I am.
Lessa: (randomly poking head in) Because you’re a conniving old troll. *exit*
Yoda: *waving gimer stick* Conniving old troll I am not!
Scott: … I’m confused.
Logan: So what else is new?
Scott: Hey, fuck you!
Logan: Wha. . .Did Fearless Leader just CURSE? *fakes heart attack*
Scott: Why you. . .*Throws self at Logan with intention of destroying him*
Yoda: Enough this is! *Force levitates Scott away from Logan* Ask the woman we will!
Jean: Oh. . .uh. . .
Scott: *scowling* Fuck this. If you loved me, it wouldn’t even be a choice.
Jean: Fuck you too, pansy.
(Scott is about to level Jean with a blast from his laser blasty eye thingies, but is stopped by the conniving old troll.)
Yoda: Conniving old troll I am not! Conspiracy it is!
Lessa: (backstage) *snicker and continue to type away*
Qui-Gon-Ghost: Hello.
Logan: AHH!!!!! Shit, man, scared me. SHIT IT’S A GHOST!!!!
QGG: A Force specter, thank you.
Lessa: (poking head in) That’s fancy talk for Jedi ghost. (removes head)
QGG: *offended* That hurts! And WHY is my name Qui-Gon-Ghost in the script? I’ll thank you to know it’s JUST Qui-Gon.
Lessa: (poking head out again) *shrug* Gotta differentiate, man. You dead. (removes head)
QGG: What the fuck? Get back here you vicious little bitch!
Lessa: *snicker*
(QGG stalks off in search of Lessa)
Scott: Fine. I’m leaving. Bye. *exit*
Logan: So, Jeannie, how’s about you ‘n’ me. . .
Jean: Way ahead of you, tiger.
(They leave)
Yoda: Another commercial break we have.
Lessa: And a new host!
Yoda: *glare* New host there is not!
Lessa: *evil grin* Vote the audience will. For the conniving old troll or someone else.
Yoda: Stop attempting to talk like me, you will!
Lessa: See y’all when we get back! *runs from conniving old troll wielding deadly midget lightsaber*
Pippin: Whoa, Merry, we HAVE to get one of THOSE!
Merry: Shut up, Pip! We’re keeping the people from their commercial!
Pippin: Oh. Sorry.
Yoda: *waves hand in front of audience and camera* Disregard that you will.
Audience and random TV viewers: Disregard that we will.
Yoda: Good this is. Scott Summers, our next guest is. Come out he will.
*applause*
Random Audience Member (here on known as RAM): Hey, I thought this was just Star Wars characters!
Lessa: (randomly entering) Hi. I’m the author. I’d like to point out that the title of THIS fic is Jenny Jones. JUST Jenny Jones. It’s a rewrite.
RAM: Ohh. . . Thanks.
Lessa: *nods and exits*
Scott: (entering) Hi.
Yoda: *waving gimer stick* Explain problem, you will.
Scott: *gulp* Well, see, I’m kinda dating this girl. We were fine before this new guy showed up at the boarding school we work at. Now I think she’s, you know, with him.
Yoda: Hmm. Interesting this is. Help you I can, yes, hmm. (GO EMPIRE!!!!! [strikes back]) Bring out girl in question, we will. Jean Grey, she is.
Jean: Wazzah?
Yoda: Believe you may be cheating, Scott does.
Jean: *totally fake innocent look* What? Me? Cheat? Preposterous!
Scott: *muttering* Yeah, and they way you look at Logan means ABSOLUTELY nothing. . .
Yoda: Hmph. Bring out this Logan we will.
Logan: Yo. Waddah? Heya, Fearless Leader.
Scott: *grinding teeth* How many times have I told you NOT to call me that?
Logan: *grins* Lost count.
Yoda: Ask why, I must, why stuck with such idiots, I am.
Lessa: (randomly poking head in) Because you’re a conniving old troll. *exit*
Yoda: *waving gimer stick* Conniving old troll I am not!
Scott: … I’m confused.
Logan: So what else is new?
Scott: Hey, fuck you!
Logan: Wha. . .Did Fearless Leader just CURSE? *fakes heart attack*
Scott: Why you. . .*Throws self at Logan with intention of destroying him*
Yoda: Enough this is! *Force levitates Scott away from Logan* Ask the woman we will!
Jean: Oh. . .uh. . .
Scott: *scowling* Fuck this. If you loved me, it wouldn’t even be a choice.
Jean: Fuck you too, pansy.
(Scott is about to level Jean with a blast from his laser blasty eye thingies, but is stopped by the conniving old troll.)
Yoda: Conniving old troll I am not! Conspiracy it is!
Lessa: (backstage) *snicker and continue to type away*
Qui-Gon-Ghost: Hello.
Logan: AHH!!!!! Shit, man, scared me. SHIT IT’S A GHOST!!!!
QGG: A Force specter, thank you.
Lessa: (poking head in) That’s fancy talk for Jedi ghost. (removes head)
QGG: *offended* That hurts! And WHY is my name Qui-Gon-Ghost in the script? I’ll thank you to know it’s JUST Qui-Gon.
Lessa: (poking head out again) *shrug* Gotta differentiate, man. You dead. (removes head)
QGG: What the fuck? Get back here you vicious little bitch!
Lessa: *snicker*
(QGG stalks off in search of Lessa)
Scott: Fine. I’m leaving. Bye. *exit*
Logan: So, Jeannie, how’s about you ‘n’ me. . .
Jean: Way ahead of you, tiger.
(They leave)
Yoda: Another commercial break we have.
Lessa: And a new host!
Yoda: *glare* New host there is not!
Lessa: *evil grin* Vote the audience will. For the conniving old troll or someone else.
Yoda: Stop attempting to talk like me, you will!
Lessa: See y’all when we get back! *runs from conniving old troll wielding deadly midget lightsaber*
Pippin: Whoa, Merry, we HAVE to get one of THOSE!
Merry: Shut up, Pip! We’re keeping the people from their commercial!
Pippin: Oh. Sorry.