Third floor hallway, then 317 [Sunday morning]

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Manly, the World's Most Awesome Stud (did you wake up with two hot chicks yesterday? Did you? No. He didn't think you had.), strutted down the hallway shirtless.

Not because he couldn't find his shirt, mind (although he couldn't), but because you should be so lucky to see his awesome body. Because it was awesome.

Pay no attention to the part where the jeans he was in seemed to be meant for someone almost a foot taller than he was. Manly certainly had.

[locked to someone in particular, then open, open, open.]

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Manly jumped about a foot in the air. "What the hell are you?" he squealed, backing away slowly.

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Oh, hell no. Artoo let out a series of electronic beeps and whistles warning Luke of the terrible, terrible things that would happen to him if he'd decided Artoo was a tiger again.

He pulled out his taser to make the message absolutely clear.

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Manly froze. "Okay, crazy little trashcan," he said in what he hoped was a soothing way, "I'm just going to turn around and let you have this whole hallway. Enjoy!"

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Trash can? Trash can? Okay, this Skywalker was going down.

With an electronic scream of outrage, Artoo charged.

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"OWWWW!" Manly yelped, grabbing his rear end and hoping in a circle. "What the hell?"

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Artoo zapped him again, herding Luke towards his room.

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"I'm going, I'm going, oww! Stop that!" Manly whined whined as he walked into room 317.

"Hey, those are pictures of me!" he said, looking at the wall.

With...lots of pretty girls. Oh yeah. He was awesome.

His eyes focused on a brunette with a ton of hair. "Ooh. Who's that?"

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That? Was Leia.

Artoo zapped him again. Hard.

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"OW! Okay, fine, I won't ask," Manly grumbled, poking around the room.

Oooh. Pants that would fit. Excellent.

He decided to forgo the shirt, though. No reason to deprive the place of his awesomeness.

After a few more minutes of searching, he'd discovered a weird animal in the corner that seemed to hate him, and enough pieces of paper on his desk with "Luke Skywalker" on them to convince him that was probably his name.

He was okay with that. It was kind of an awesome name.

Artoo, grumbling to himself, retreated to a corner to recharge his battery.