Xanatos looked over the very edge of the table, examining his Obi-wan action figure from table-top level. "Oh no, master, look, it�s a Sith!" he mimicked Obi-wan�s voice, moving the Darth Maul figurine over to the two Jedi figures.

"Back off, Padawan, I�ll handle this!" Xan imitated in Qui-gon�s tone. He proceeded to make the two figures beat the crap out of each other, then mimicked the infamous kill-skewer with the plastic Maul�s acrylic lightasaber.

"Gaaah!" he mimed a death-groan, then dropped Qui-gon to the table with a �thunk�.

"Noo! master!" He said in Obi�s character again. "You�re next, little Jedi," Xan said in as close to Maul�s voice as he could manage.

"Oh, save us, someone!" he said in a higher tone, setting the Amidala figure closer to the Battle-droid figures. "No one can save you!" he growled in Maul�s voice, then moved the Obi-wan figure to attack. "Ha! take that, and that! Dammed Sith!"

"Stop that!" he said in his own voice, reaching behind the lamp for another figurine. "Oh, no, who�s that?" He said in the Amidala voice.

"Tis I, Xanatos, and Obi-wan is mine!" he announced, producing what had once been another Maul, but was now Han Solo�s head on Darth Maul�s body, with the hood from a Darth Sidious, and black embroidery thread glued to the head for long hair.

"You may have got Jinn, but Kenobi is mine!" he said, posing the hacked-together Xanatos figurine between the two others. "Die, filthy spawn of the Jedi!" he announced, attacking the Obi figure with his own.

"Blaagh!" he imitated a death-cry, tossing Obi-wan over the edge of the table. "Ooh, nice one, o great Xanatos," he said in his Maul imitation. "Shut up, tattooed freak!" Xan said, then proceeded to attack the Maul figurine. Another death-cry, and Maul�s figurine hit the table with a �thunk� next to Qui-gon�s.

"Oh, my hero. You�re so brave, and handsome, and so much better at being bad than those stupid Sith," he mimed in Amidala�s voice. "Shaddup, Kabuki-girl!" he said, then mock-skewered the queen�s action figure with another "Aaagh!"

A low chuckle from the doorway startled him, drawing his attention up from his toys. Exar Kun leaned on the door-frame, a strange smirk on his face, watching Xan play.

"I was beginning to wonder how you acquired such an egocentric view of the universe," he said, sounding amused. He called the defeated Darth Maul figure to his hand with a tug of the force. "Not a very accurate likeness, is it?" Kun asked over his shoulder, holding the figure out to someone behind him.

A gloved hand took the toy with a growl. "Not much better than your impression of me," Darth Maul rumbled, stepping out of Kun�s shadow. He smirked then snorted at the little plastic figure, turning it over in his hands for a better look.

"Strange things these people see as appropriate for children," Maul mused, straightening the little dual-ended lightsaber in his mini-double�s hand.

Kun sighed, casting his eyes over the assembled figurines. "All these Jedi, and so few Sith? I find this appalling. These people have no sense of taste," he complained.

"You�re just mad because they haven�t made one of you," Maul said, then chuckled at Kun�s sour glare.

"I have no desire to live with the concept that somewhere on this planet, some five-year-old is playing with a five-inch tall plastecine version of myself. I find the thought even more appalling than the lack of proper balance in their production," Kun said, then stalked out of the room.

Maul waited until he was further down the hall, then snickered.

"Jealous," he said softly, then walked over to the table, studying Xan�s collection. Xanatos hid his customized figure down his sleeve, and Maul chuckled. Maul picked up the Qui-gon figurine, studying it, then dropped it to the floor.

"Oops," he said without sincerity.

"Well, at least *you* have one. I mean, even Xizor from the books has one, but me? Noo, no decent people, just you guys," Xanatos griped.

Maul just smirked.

"Okay, fine, go gloat and mock all you want. It�s as close as I�ll ever come to actually killing off the bastards. I mean, by all rights of fate and future, he has to live a long and boring life, then end up dead by his own apprentice. As much as I adore the steel-belted pain in the arse for it, it�d still be nice to know I at least had a shot at offing the old fart and the little snot," Xanatos grumbled, scooping his action figures back into a cardboard box.

Maul just sighed, "It�s not especially pleasant to know my end is in being bisected by a Jedi apprentice." Xan snorted a snicker.

"Hey, imagine poor Kun. Betrayed, executed, then left as a ghost for four-thousand years, only to be offed by a bunch of kids and that Skywalker snot."

Maul fought off a chuckle, "True," he admitted.

Xanatos chuckled, "Hey, at least I have that much over the old bastard," he said.

Maul just shook his head, heading for the door. He paused at the door, looking back at Xanatos strangely, then he laughed to himself.

"Kabuki-girl?" he chuckled, walking out into the hallway and fading into the gloom again.

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"What is it?" Zekk asked, examining the contents of the humongous box with a curiously blank expression.

"The note says it�s a present from Xanatos," Ariel said, staring with equal confusion at the massive box.

"Hey, Ditto-wans, what�s with the box?" Zek asked, leaning his elbows onto the table and peering into the mystery box. The twins shrugged. Zek reached into the box, pulling out a vintage �Cloned Emperor� action figure, complete and undamaged in its box.

"Ooh, action figures. Hey, I�ve been looking for this one. What else is in there?" Zek said, rooting through the box.

"What�s that?" Aliya asked, coming down the stairs, with Kiraan a few steps behind.

"Action figures. Xanatos dropped them off. I�m guessing this is another one of his sick little jokes," Zek said, up to his elbows in the box.

"Alright! Ali, kiss Xan for me next time you see him, there�s a Talon Kardde and a Thrawn in here! These aren�t due out until winter!" Zek announced from half-inside the box.

The twins and Kiraan leaned over the box as well, curious. Zek nearly bumped into Zekk as he came up out of the box with several carded action figures.

"Guys, now, I know that this being Xanatos, there�s probably some thirty year old collector in his parent�s basement sobbing his eyes out right now over these. Either that or he ripped off the Kenner warehouse itself, which I wouldn�t put past him. And having said all that, I don�t care. Right now, I love the little black-hearted monster," Zek said, holding up a vintage vinyl-robed old Obi-wan with telescoping saber from the seventies, still in mint condition, sealed in its box.

Aliya shook her head, and the Jedi twins looked at each other strangely, then shrugged.

"AAH! It�s the bounty hunter Chewie from �Shadows�! They only had like five of these left when I went to buy mine!" Zek cried from his half-buried position, rooting through the box again. Even Kiraan shook his head with a sigh at Zek�s childish enthusiasm this time.

"Yo, little brother? It�s from Xanatos, you said yourself that means he probably stole them, so why did he?" Aliya asked. Zek was silent for a moment.

"Most likely just for the pure agitation of seeing our reactions to them," Kiraan rumbled, picking up a Ki-Adi-Mundi from the top of the box. He rumbled in amusement, studying the figure.

"It doesn�t even look like him. Well, the bad fashion sense and the large head yes, but the resemblance is extremely lacking." Kiraan paused, turning the figure at an angle. "Then again, he was a bit more animated last I saw him."

Both sets of twins looked at him strangely.

"Well, he was busy restraining Yoda from trying to strangle me at the time. What?!" Kiraan said defensively at the strange looks and weary groans.

"That little troll has always had it in for me. If it hadn�t been for Master Ak-kinnarou, I�d never have been accepted to the order. He and Master Blake fought against both Yoda and Shikk Taoull in my favor when I was found. Luckily, Yoda was still a junior member of the council, and Tal Evgann�s vote shut him up."

All four of the others looked confused, and finally Zek shrugged and went back to digging in the box.

"Hey, speaking of trolls," he said, lifting out a Yoda action figure with a smirk. Kiraan sighed in disgust, walking off with a �that�s not funny� look at Zek. Zek laughed, dropping the figure back into the box.

"So, what do we do now?" Aliya asked.

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"You mean to tell me that every single member of the Jedi council, and every character from the dammed Mos Eisley cantina has an action figure, and yet myself and Kun don�t rate one?!?!" Ulic Qel-Droma ranted, slamming his palms down onto the table across from Xanatos.

Xan nodded, "Hey, I didn�t even rate, and my books are way more popular than your comics."

"Like hell!" Ulic snapped, stalking off across the room a few paces, fuming. "Those damn �Jedi Apprentice� books are Kiddie-crap!"

Xanatos took instant offense, half-standing at his seat.

"I�ve read them, you made me curious to know why you�re such a psycho. They�re crap! Pure, unadulterated, simplified baby-crap!" Qel-droma ranted, pacing across the room-runner carpet. Xan�s eyes were narrowed to icy slits, a thin aura of crackling blue charging the air around him with his ire.

"Look, *Sith*," Xan hissed, "Those kiddie-books are part of my world, and my reality. Okay, they cut out a lot to make it G-rated, but most of it happened like that. A lot more happened that was lost in the sugar-coating, so don�t call my universe crap!" His voice rose in volume toward the end as the crackling aura increased in magnitude.

"Besides, you ever read those damn comics? One book you look like yourself, the next you look like Billy Zane on crack, the next you look like some freaky Goth-boy who�s been starving himself. Same with Kun! One book he�s Adrian Paul, the next he�s Antonio Banderas, and the next, he�s Iggy Pop!"

Ulic looked confused, he didn�t pay enough attention to Earthan culture to know who any of those people were. Xanatos sighed, sitting back down, the flickering aura of negativity fading.

"Look, neither of us are what this universe thinks we are. NONE of us are. I mean, look at Maul for example. In the movies he�s all silent and malevolent, Evil personified. But in real life, he�s actually kind of nice, not to mention polite. Sheesh, doesn�t it say in the Sith Handbook somewhere that Sith do not say �I�m Sorry� every time they bump into, trip over, or insult someone?"

Qel-Droma snickered, casting a glance at the door, "True. He is a bit quiet and reserved compared to the movie version. Then again, you�ve already said I�m quite a bit more like what you thought Kun would be, and he�s more the reluctant �corrupted Jedi� you thought I�d be."

Xanatos nodded, "Ohhh yeah," he confirmed, remembering the fist-around-your-throat way Qel-Droma acted compared to the �Don�t make me hurt you� attitude of Kun.

"You�re definitely not the brooder Kun is. He could teach a Goth a few things about angst, moaning, brooding and sulking," Xanatos said.

"Not to mention the proper way of wearing black and body armor. Most Sith-pretenders can�t seem to get the hang of black leather and appearing from the shadows," a voice said from the second doorway near the fireplace.

They both looked over, and found Kun leaning against the fireplace, looking more like Antonio Banderas from �Desperado� today. Well, plus the emerald eyes and minus the Spanish accent. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And I still don�t fancy the idea of some child playing with a miniature plastecine version of me. It�s disturbing."

Xan smirked, "It�s only disturbing to you because you don�t have one."

"And neither do you, dear boy," Kun said with a sigh, standing straight and taking a few steps closer. "*Your* action figure is made from Maul�s body and a smuggler�s head," Kun said, smirking slightly at Xanatos� sour expression. "And should I even mention the yarn hair?" he taunted.

Xanatos glared and snorted angrily. "Well, at least I have some creative skills beyond looting and pillaging. Besides, it�s not yarn, it�s thread," he retorted, almost sounding mock-sulking at the last part.

"Of course, embroidery thread, from the Darth Martha Stewart end of the Force, I suppose?" Kun teased with a mocking half-grin.

Xanatos� glare went up a few notches. "That is not even in the same universe with being amusing," he snarled. Kun just shrugged.

"Better Martha Stewart than that Christopher Lowell person," he said snottily, walking back toward the fireplace.

"I happen to like that show!" Ulic defended, then backed away as two sets of eyes turned toward him. "What?" Qel-droma defended. The other two force-wielders snickered. Ulic grumbled, "Okay, well, it�s better than that �Oprah� garbage I caught Maul watching." He shivered in revulsion, shaking his head.

"I�m starting to believe that this Earthan �television� is specifically engineered to be pure mindless drivel meant to distort and liquify the minds of the populace into a stupor to make them easier to rule," Kun said, resuming his lean on the fireplace mantle. Qel-droma kept silent, not wanting to tell anyone just where he�d gotten the ideas for repairing the upstairs bathrooms.

Xanatos just sighed, "Not all of it, just most of it," he said, propping a boot onto the tabletop, leaning back in his chair. Kun lifted an eyebrow in query.

"Well, some shows are okay. That Babylon 5 isn�t too bad. Oh, but there�s this one thing called �Buffy the Vampire Slayer�, Kun, you have to see it. It�s hilarious. I mean, the only characters with any depth are the villans, and that one, Spike. I almost wish i could find a portal to their world. He�d make an interesting addition to the house," Xan said, sounding more excited toward the end. "Actually..." he began, fading off thoughtfully.

"Don�t even think about it. You�re already suspended from world-jumping. There�s no way in twelve hells i�m letting you bring another vampire into this universe," Kun growled.

"What, you didn�t like meeting Lestat?" Xanatos teased.

Kun glared, "Don�t *ever* mention that... thing near me again," he hissed, storming out the side door.

"Ouch," Xanatos said quietly. Qel-Droma smirked.

"You�ve forgotten that little �clash of the immortals� already?" he asked. Xanatos just shook his head, then shrugged.

"Nope, I was the one who taped it and sold it to pay-per-view," he said, smirking wickedly.

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"What do you mean Kyp has an action figure?!?" Zekk demanded, following Zek through the door.

Zek sighed, "I said he had a figurine, not an action figure. There were these little book box sets a few years ago that had a little Kyp figurine in it."

"Kyp Durron, loser extroardinaire, has a action figure, and I don�t?" Zekk asked, still following Zek. Zek nodded, then turned and walked away. Zekk stood in the middle of the room for a moment, then �Hmph�ed and walked back out the door he�d come in through.

A short green figure behind the bar watched him leave, then chuckled.

"Action figure, I have. Mine, the resemblance is good. Looks like crap, Skywalker�s figurine does, too many muscles. Still a whiny farm boy, Luke is. Jedi master my green hiney," he grumbled, climbing onto a barstool.

"Too sober to use the Force I am, need liquor I do. Damn council. Hiding my stash, Adi-Mundi has been. Use that non-alcoholic beer to shine Mace Windu�s head even, I would not." He looked at the shelves behind the bar. "Hmm, learn spanish I should, then read the bottles I would be able to."

"You could try asking," a voice rumbled from the darkness beneath the gothic arch.

Two topaz-gold eyes appeared glowing in the gloom, with a smirk just barely discernable on the face beneath them. Yoda twisted his ears back in surpirse.

"Past your bedtime it is, Trelari. Respect your elders, you will, and leave me alone."

Kiraan rumbled a chuckle, "Well, I was, and specify *was* going to help you, but for that..." he said, turning away toward the stairs. Yoda flashed a worried look at the bottles.

"Wait!" he said, then looked reluctant as Kiraan stopped and turned around. "Umm," the ancient master stammered, "Developed a taste for things of this world I have."

"Alcohol in particular," Kiraan rumbled half under his breath, folding his arms over his chest and waiting.

Yoda blinked, then continued. "Bad as Windu, you are getting. Alcoholic, I am not! Require a little relaxation, even jedi masters do once in a while!" he said. Kiraan just half-smirked.

"Once in a while is not sneaking out of your own universe in search of Tequila at least once a week."

Yoda hissed, "Know nothing you do, Trelari. Not even action figure do you have. Fanfic, you are! Unofficial, like the gay Obi-wan in love with the sith, you are! Give me my damn Tequila you will, or retract your reinstatement as a Master, I will!"

"And they say the jedi don�t resort to threats and insults to get what they want," Kiraan mused sarcastically. Yoda�s alcohol craving was fed up with him already. With a insult spat in one of the old languages, Yoda whipped a napkin rack off the bar at Kiraan with a wave of his hand. Kiraan dodged, growling at the little green jedi.

"Yoda, for the first time in my life, and I know i�m going to regret saying this, I *Really* don�t want to kill you, so don�t set me off right now," Kiraan rumbled, eyes glowing in the half-lit room.

This time, a coaster flew at him, and Kiraan hissed at Yoda.

"I know i�m going to hate myself for this," he growled, glaring at the elder master. He took a quick swipe at Yoda, snagging three little nicks in the top edge of his ear, startling the little master. Kiraan took advantage of the shock to grab Yoda under the arms and heft him into the air.

With the speed only a combination of Trelari blood and jedi training could create, Kiraan took the few steps to the end of the bar, hefted the cursing master a little higher, then Force-tossed him at the alcove portal. With a few last curses, Yoda dissapeared through the wall into the portal vortex, vanishing in a flash of blue energy and a shimmer of pseudo-movement. Kiraan picked up the little cane from the foor behind the bar, then tossed it through the portal after Yoda. It dissapeared through the wall the same as its owner had, and Kiraan sighed heavily.

A single, near-mocking clap of applause came from near the stairs. Aliya stood there, a slight half-smirk on her face.

"Under any other circumstances, I would have slashed the little mutant garden gnome into ribbons and sent him back in a Ziplock baggie," Kiraan said. "But in this case, he was not in his right mind, and it wouldn�t have been any fun," he added.

Aliya just smiled, "Yeah, right, whatever," she said, turning and walking back up the stairs.

Kiraan looked back at the wall. "I would have," he insisted aloud to himself.

"Aww, hell with it," he grumbled, storming out of the room.

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(Back in the Star Wars universe)

"NOOoOOOooooOOOooOOoo!!" Yoda cried, locked in the infirmary. Mace Windu sighed, shaking his head.

"And I want that closet bricked up, or at least triple-locked from now on. The last thing anyone needs is Yoda coming back on another bender," Mace said, looking over at one very sullen jedi apprentice.

"Yes Master Windu, though I don�t see how he got past both myself *and* Master Qui-gon this time," Obi-wan said.

Mace smiled weakly, "The Force can be used to be sneaky just as well as it can be used to seek out truth. Master Yoda is going to be locked up in detox until both the alcoholic cravings *and* his dark-side tendencies have been flushed from his system."

"But the council..." Obi-wan began.

Mace smiled, "Perhaps Qui-gon would like to sit in for a few sessions while Yoda is... otherwise occupied. I hear you�ve been trying to suggest he keep to the rules and try for a nomination again."

Obi-wan smiled sheepishly, "Well, his would be a.. unique perspective to bring into the council," he said with a shrug.

Windu chuckled, "Unique isn�t quite the word," he said. "I�ll have to talk to the others, but we might just be able to sneak him in for a few weeks." He chuckled again, "Though I�m not quite sure I want to see what happens when Yoda finds out. He was furious enough when Kiraan was nominated."

They both laughed, then Obi-wan looked at him curiously.

"No one�s ever said, Why does Yoda dislike Kiraan so much?"

Mace laughed, "Now that is one *long* story," he said, shaking his head. "Well, it�s supposed to have started back when Kiraan first became a Jedi. According to what little I know, Yoda�s species and Kiraan�s species are natural enemies or something. Then, of course, Kiraan rubbing Yoda�s nose in every mistake didn�t help. Then there�s Zerran Minor. We still don�t know what happened there, but Yoda fumed for years about it. Rumor goes it had something to do with Qui-gon, but that�s just a rumor..."

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(Back at the Hotel)

Ulic Qel-Droma ranted furiously into a text-speak while Xanatos played with a puzzle-cube, ignoring him.

"And I find it an insult to a very fine character for there to have not even been consideration of making a Qel-Droma or other figures from the comic series," Ulic said, and the little machine automatically translated it into Earthan English text on a computer screen.

"Why don�t you ask them to do a �Jedi Apprentice� series of figures while they�re at it, or at least make a Xanatos figure," Xanatos said from the couch. Qel-droma glared, then returned to his dictation.

Maul just stood in the doorway, shaking his head.

[Seven o�clock, B5,] Maul said telepathically, Xanatos casually hopped off the couch and headed for the door, casting a glance back at the ranting Sith Apprentice as he left.

"Maul, if either of us succeed in conquering our own planet, let�s NOT invite him to visit," Xan whispered.

Maul snickered, "Why would I invite him when I wouldn�t invite you?" he said, then walked away down the hall.

Xanatos glared for a moment, then shrugged.

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"No, you stupid wanker! Don�t trust Morden! Look what he did last time!" Evyl Obi cried, then groaned and tossed popcorn at the T.V. "Next time he shows up at the club, I�m gonna deck Mr. Peacock-hair," he growled, flipping his flame-red padawan braid over his shoulder. Xanatos stopped next to Maul at the doorway.

"You want to remind me why we created him?" Maul asked, nodding at the flame-haired clone. Xanatos just sighed, looking at the evil padawan as the clone chomped on a handfull of popcorn.

"That better not be the extra butter popcorn, that�s for movie night!" Xanatos snapped, walking over to the couch. A short tug of war ensued, and Evyl Obi simply released the bowl with a smirk, sending Xanatos to the floor on his butt.

"I just remembered why we created him," Maul said, chuckling. Xanatos glared from his position on the floor, brushing popcorn out of his hair.

"Yeah, funny, wonderful idea," he growled, swatting angrily at the now-empty bowl.

"Technically, even he has an action figure," Maul said, smirking.

"I did NOT need to hear that!" Xanatos snapped. He jumped to a stand.

"B5 be dammed, I�m going to end this, once and for all!" he proclaimed, marching out of the room and heading for the front door. Maul just shrugged, taking a seat next to Evyl Obi. Obi had picked up the popcorn bowl from the floor, and now had it over his head.

"Hey, look, I�m Dark Helmet from Spaceballs!" Obi said, laughing. Maul just groaned and shook his head, covering his eyes in embarrassment.

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(Hasbro staff meeting)

"Due to overwhelming demand, we will begin production of figures from the "Dark lords of the Sith" comics, and several others," the man seated at the head of the table said. The others in the room barely noticed the two imposing men standing one on each side of his chair, arms crossed menacingly.

"We will also be doing a limited edition series from the �Jedi Apprentice� books," he continued in the same near-mechanical tone.

"These two men will give you further instructions," he finished. Xanatos and Ulic Qel-Droma exchanged a look and a smirk, slightly easing their force-grip on the man�s mind.

"You know, you�re not so bad, for a Sith, that is," Xanatos said quietly later, studying his three-dimensional laser scan that would become the head of his action figure.

Ulic smirked, "You�re not too bad yourself, for a Fallen Jedi," he said.

"I prefer Dark-Force Adept," Xanatos said without glancing over.

Ulic shrugged, "Whatever," he said, watching one of the technicians look at them curiously for about the fiftieth time. He waved his hand at the man, and he suddenly took on a glazed expression, going back to his work.

"I think you enjoy doing that just a tad too much," Xan commented. Qel-droma just shrugged, smirking.

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Weeks later, another mysterious box appeared on the front steps of the club. Zek brought it inside, puzzling over the novelty of being MAILED a package for once.

"Hey, Ali, you know anyone in Rhode Island?" he called, setting the box down on a table.

"No, why?" Aliya said, coming down the stairs. Zek opened the box, then stood staring for a moment.

"Umm, you�d better go get Kiraan," Zek said, staring at the contents of the box.

Kiraan took one look at the box and promptly fell into a laughing fit.

"That.. that....," he gasped between laughs. "ME!" he finally burst out, then collapsed laughing again. Zek had set the contents of the box out on the table, and was still awestruck.

"Well, at least Zekk has his own action figure now," he said distractedly.

"Who...?" Zekk began, dumbfounded.

"Three guesses, and the first two don�t count," Aliya said, holding up a Xanatos action figure, with his own menacing blue and black background card. Kiraan collapsed into laughter again, and even Zekk snickered this time.

"Who�s this guy supposed to be?" Ariel asked, lifting an Obi-wan figurine with zebra-striped red and black hair and black robes.

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"Aww, how cuuuuute!" Evyl Obi crooned, hugging his action figure. "Seriously guys, this one was too much. How did you get them to do Fanfic figurines?" he asked. Xanatos and Ulic exchanged a look and a snicker.

"Ooh! Lookie! Hippie Qui-gon from the Sith Academy! Complete with hemp robes and bong!" Evyl descended into a giggling fit. "What, no Ben-wa?" he asked, then started laughing again. Xanatos just sighed, picking up his figurine from the pile.

"At least Kun can�t gripe about not having our own figurines," Xan said, studying his figurine. "My nose isn�t really that big, is it?" he asked, tilting the box at an angle curiously. Maul rolled his eyes, then walked away. "What?" Xan defended. Qel-droma snickered, shaking his head.

"Hey, where�s Kun�s? I wanted to show him," Xan said, looking down at the pile.

In the alleyway behind the hotel, Exar Kun quietly dropped his action figure into the trash can, then casually squirted an entire can of lighter fluid into the barrel. He flicked a finger, ignighting a spark in midair with the force, setting the trash can ablaze.

"I still do not like the idea of some five-year old playing with a plastic representation of myself," he grumbled quietly. "And I will not have that psychotic flame-haired fanfic monstrosity touching one," he added, squirting another can of lighter fluid into the trash can.

"Besides, it dosen�t even look like me," he grumbled, watching the little wad of plastic melt.

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