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

With all of the visitors to his office yesterday, Anakin had not had a chance to get down to the flight shed to reconfigure it for next week's class. He made a trip back to the island, grabbed last night's radio broadcast, and headed down to the shed as he listened.

...and then he had to make a detour to Turtle and Canary to pick up bleach and a sponge and some lye and a shovel to kill a boyfriend with.

So now Anakin was in the shed, cleaning like a fiend in between leaving slightly incoherent messages on certain people's voicemail, and wondering if he could set the sock he'd just found on fire with the power of his brain.

Taunt the Jedi at your peril, but the flight shed's doors were wide open.