"I can't believe they let you teach."

"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.