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"Skywalker" really must mean "candy" in gremlin. Anakin had barely gotten his door open before one of the little bastards adorable creatures leaped at him and bit him on the knee.

Five minutes later, Anakin was sitting behind his desk with his hair teased up, wearing a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a shirt cut low to expose, well, chest hair, since he didn't have assets to share.

He was examining his stapler with a terribly confused look on his face. "Chicken of the Sea?" he said in a really bad Southern-ish accent. "Is it chicken or fish?"

The door was wiiiiiide open.

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That was almost as bad as Chad squealing at cheerleading.

"Sure," Joan said, happily handing over the Wokling.

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Jessica began bouncing the little creature on her knee and singing. "The real me is a southern girl with her Levis on and an open heart," she crooned.

Poor, poor Joan.

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Okay, really, that was asking too much. Joan had to laugh. She managed to make it seem like the was chuckling at the Wokling though.

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Jessica continued singing. "Wish I could save the world, like I was super girl. The real me used to laugh all night, lying in the grass just talking about love..."

And what an image that was.

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It was definitely an image that Joan would never get out of her mind. No matter how hard she tried.

"I think he likes your singing."

The Wokling seemed to be enjoying himself, even if he did look baffled.

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"Lots of people do," Jessica said modestly. "I'm totally famous."

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"I know," Joan said.

No, she didn't.

"I wasn't going to say anything, but... can I have your autograph?"

So, so earning detention. Oh yes.

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"Of course you can, darlin'," Jessica said, finding a piece of paper and a pen. "What's your name?"

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"Joan," she said, reaching over to take Chierpa back.

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Jessica scrawled out "To Joan, much love, Jessica!" in a loopy script, then handed her the paper. "Don't sell that on eBay, now," she cautioned.

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"Oh, I won't," Joan promised.

And since she was definitely going to pay for this anyway...

"Would it be too much of an imposition to get a picture?"

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"Of course," Jessica replied, striking a pose to make the most of her assets: awesome legs and a great rack.

Anakin was going to seriously want to kill himself for how he'd just posed on a desk.

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Joan was pretty sure that her impending doom was totally worth this.

She snapped several quick pictures with her cell phone, saying a grateful prayer for the invention of camera phones.

"You are so nice."

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"I know, right?" Jessica smiled. "I don't know why people like Ashlee more."

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"I certainly don't. I mean, you never got caught lip synching."

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"Or doing that weird dance," Jessica added.

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"You dance so much better," Joan said.

Shut up, Joan. Really. Where is your self-preservation?

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Jessica nodded. "I know! I mean, Ashlee's my sister and I love her, but I don't know why she's getting all the love these days."

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"I don't understand either," Joan sympathized. "But, I suppose I should get going."

Before the venom wore off. "Thanks so much for the autograph and everything."

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"No prob!" Jessica chirped, giving her a little wave.