Quote:OOC: A little bit of stupid comedy to lighten my day.  This story is purely entertainment, and does not describe my character (or any NPC's actions IC)

Ron-Goron & Al Mac-Dur: Pants

Ron-Goron was in his usual spot, length-wise on his cot, arms behind his head reading a magazine about places he'd never seen and things he'd never do.  His feet were bare, his hair a mess, and his face was unshaven; but since he was on his day off, it really didn't matter to him.  All he cared about right now, was whether or not the races on Coruscant really were delayed for the next few months...

Al Mac-Dur, Ron's smaller counterpart who was usually heavily involved in thinking of ways to entertain himself, came into the vicinity, his shoulder's slumped and his eyes downcast.  Ron continued reading his magazine.

"Yoo know, ahm not dooin too weel right naow."

Ron continued reading the magazine.

"Ah mean, if only it wasn't fer thaht damn card game last night."

Still no response from Ron.

"Ah though fer sure ah had laid down the right cahrd."

"You trumped in when you had cards with the same suit as was played.  In other words, you cheated, and tried to keep your higher trump from us so that you could win point cards.  The penalty is usually docking your team fifteen points.  We discussed this last night."  Ron said without taking his eyes from the magazine.

"Ah but ye never told me that I'd lose all me winnins." Mac said.

"We didn't make you lose your money, your the one who put all your winnings into the game." Ron said, now looking at Mac.

"But ah never put all me money into the game..."

"Well maybe if you weren't so drunk..."  Ron said, now fully sitting over the edge of his cot, engaged in conversation.

"Weel what if I wasn't?" demanded Mac.

Ron was about to answer, when he suddenly slumped back on his cot and said, "You know what?  It's not worth it.  You lost because you cheated, it's reality.  You just have to learn to accept it."  And with that he continued to read in his magazine.

Mac was quiet for a few minutes before he said, "Weel, ah want mah money back."

Ron continued reading in his magazine.

"Ahm goin te get every credit back!  Yoo hear me?  Every credit!"

"Maybe next time you'll win, now please let me read."  sighed Ron.

"No, ah want mah credits naow!" insisted Mac-Dur.

"Not now." said Ron.

Mac-Dur sulked for a few minutes before replying, "Is there any way ah can win back mah winnins?"

"Something random, something stupid, something funny." replied Ron.

"Whaht?  Choose one?" asked Mac.

"Nope.  All three." replied Ron.

"Somethin rahndom, something stoopid, something... funny." pondered Mac.  "An if ah doo ahl three, you'll give me mah winnins?"

"Every credit."  replied Ron.  "Provided it's random, stupid, and funny enough."

"Oh, thar's no problem with thaht part..."  grinned Mac. 

Ron continued reading his magazine.  Apparently the racing authorities on Coruscant discovered a newly engineered power fluid that burned cleaner and longer, which gave the racing vehicles a better run.  Because it wasn't approved, all vehicles that were found using were banned.  Problem was, they were all using it. "You gotta be kidding me." Thought Ron.  Ron had invested money into a few of the racers and now...

"Ron!  Mac-Dur is streaking through camp!  I've never seen such a white ass in all my life!" shouted a trooper into Ron's tent.

"Oh you got to be kidding me." rethought Ron.  He quickly got out of his cot and peeked out of the tent. 

Ron wasn't the only one doing some peeking.  All along the the 450 yd main camping strip, where most of the troopers were camped, ran Mac-Dur completely dressed in his full regalia from the waste up.  And all along the sides of the strip stood the full regiment of troopers laughing and pointing and shouting at Mac-Dur.

Ron made his way to the center of the strip, where Mac-Dur had yet to run through, and one of the other troppers asked him,

"Damn me if that isn't the funniest thing I've seen all summer.  You know what got into his head, Ron?"

"Nope." sighed Ron.  "No idea."  Just as he said this, Mac-Dur ran right past him, shouting as he ran,

"Ah want mah money ahfter this, Ron-Goron!"

"Money?" asked the other trooper.

"No idea." replied Ron again.

***

Two hours later, as the mess tent filled with hungry troopers, Ron looked around to see if he could find Mac-Dur.

"Aye, you're looking for him too then?" asked another trooper.

"Yeah.  I thought he was done by now." said Ron.

"Well he would be, but a couple of the boys ransacked his clothes chest and took out all the pants, and the bottom half of the armor."

"What'd you guys do with it?" grinned Ron.

"We gave it to his platoon commander." laughed the trooper.

"And how will she deal with it?" asked Ron.

"Oh believe me, she's creative when it comes to this sort of thing."

"Oh? Just how creative?" asked Ron.

"Lets just say that afterwords Mac-Dur won't be streaking for your money anymore."  laughed the trooper.

"Oh I can just imagine." grinned Ron right back.  Latrine duty for a month, dishes for two months, cook's mate for a week, the list goes on and on.  Ron laughed and sat down with his dinner, pulling out his magazine.

"Umm... Page 30... Ah yes...Now there is speculation that the racing committee will meet after the source of this new fuel has been found..."