FLYING SALAMI SANDWICH Theory #2
“Master, I don’t like this place very much. It seems that people here don’t understand our powers, and think that we are possessed or something.”
The young padawan was definitely troubled as he transmitted this message to his master telepathically from the building across the street.
“Earth is strange that way, my young padawan. Many cynical, skeptical people live and die here. They can’t appreciate differences. The emeperor would have loved it here. It’s the same brainwashed attitude that his clones had.”
“I suppose so, Master. I guess that’s why we are here, then, huh? To make sure that they aren’t lured by some strong-minded Sith into doing his bidding?”
“Sith, or any other power. These weakminded people have been influenced by the silliest things. We are here to keep peace in a world that truly lacks it. It seems to have been in some type of Civil War since its own recorded history began.”
The padawan stopped suddenly. His head was throbbing. “Master all this mental work is beginning to really give me a headache.”
“It’s not the work. You just haven’t eaten anything yet. Go grab yourself a bite to eat.”
“Master, thr fridge is empty and I don’t have any money on me. I’d have to go searching for an ATM machine, and i don’t want to stop now. i feel I’m making so much progress!”
The Jedi Master stopped and thought, then continued, “Open your window.”
“Why master?”
“I have a sandwich here that I could send you. I’ll just send it by putting a force grip on it until it reaches your window. Do you like salami?”
“Sure, Master, but won’t people see it?”
“Remember, these simpletons can’t see much further than the tips of their noses. It’ll go right by them.”
“Very well, then, Master.” The young boy opened his window and saw the Master he had been communicating with closing his eyes and reaching for something with the force. He then saw what it was… the salami sandwich. The Master was now guiding it out the window of his fourth story window towards the third story window of the building where the padawan waited. The padawan looked greatfully towards his Master, then without realizing that he had stopped his exercise yelled across the street. “Thank you, Master!”
Just then two boys playing stickball in the alley below looked up to see what was happening, only to see a young man reaching out for…
