Poor attempt at humour ahead...
Always Carry a Spare
“I can’t. It’s too big,” Luke couldn’t believe that Yoda thought he could move the ship.
“Size matters not. Look at me; judge me by my size do you? Hmm? And well…”
By this time, Luke had tuned the little green troll out. Always harping on about his height. It’s not my fault he stunted his growth by drinking too much caffe as an Initiate. Blah blah blah… mystical energy… blah blah... “Binds us together…” I wonder if I could use that line on Leia… blah blah… He still can’t expect me to lift that ship!
“You want the impossible.”
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Yoda watched the Skywalker brat storm off in a huff. No wonder turned to drink, Obi-Wan did. Testing my patience, Skywalker’s spawn is.
Giving a long suffering sigh, Yoda focused his attention on the boy’s flying contraption. Despite what he had told the boy, it did take a considerable amount of energy to lift the blasted thing. He had to refocus when his senses registered the boy walking towards, no under, the ship. Yoda deepened his focus; he could not allow his concentration to falter
“Is the sabaac game still on for tonight?” Obi-Wan Kenobi shimmered into existence besides the venerable Master. “Mace and Qui-Gon-“
This unforeseen interruption, unfortunately, broke Yoda’s concentration, sending the X-Wing crashing towards the ground.
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Obi-Wan sighed as he tried to tune out the hysterical shrieks coming from the boy’s Artoo unit.
“That boy was our last hope.”
“No,” replied Yoda. “There is another.”