Buyers' Remorse
There's a knock on Bonzo's door early in the morning.
And actually, there's a second one before he wakes up.
"Bonzo?"
"Who is it? Dooku?"
"Yes, Bonzo. You wanted your lightsaber back, and you got it. Now, let's go train."
"It's...four in the morning."
"Your point? Get dressed in something warm that'll be good for lots of activity, and be downstairs in ten minutes."
Bonzo mutters various things about 'cruel and unusual punishment', but the teenager complies readily in spite of his muttering.
"Please don't tell me this is going to become a regular occurrence."
Silence.
"Ok, I'll get used to it...again."
"Good. Now, let's begin."
And thus begins what is quite possibly the longest day of Bonzo's life, which consists of more drills than he's ever undergone.
And actually, there's a second one before he wakes up.
"Bonzo?"
"Who is it? Dooku?"
"Yes, Bonzo. You wanted your lightsaber back, and you got it. Now, let's go train."
"It's...four in the morning."
"Your point? Get dressed in something warm that'll be good for lots of activity, and be downstairs in ten minutes."
Bonzo mutters various things about 'cruel and unusual punishment', but the teenager complies readily in spite of his muttering.
"Please don't tell me this is going to become a regular occurrence."
Silence.
"Ok, I'll get used to it...again."
"Good. Now, let's begin."
And thus begins what is quite possibly the longest day of Bonzo's life, which consists of more drills than he's ever undergone.