Anakin had a bad feeling about today.

It hadn't been improved by listening to the radio last night.

So there he was in his office (not that he was avoiding his in-laws, but knowing the terrain was important and they could damn well come to him), banging hard on something made of metal.

He'd say that it was part of his new speeder bike.

He'd picked it entirely so he could bang on something.

The door was open.

[OOC: As is the post. Students, family, random passersby...he's an equal opportunity crankypants.]