Obi-Wan visits Kamino

Obi-Wan came in from the downpour soaked to the bone. He took both hands and rung out his beard, creating a large puddle of water on the polished floor. He took a step and slipped on the puddle, landing flat on his back. He heard someone coming. Obi-Wan struggled to his feet and tried to look the part of a dignified Jedi ambassador rather than a scrambling wet rat.
A rather tall female Kaminoian stood before him, with a long neck, a small head, and two fishy eyes.
“Welcome to Kamino, I am Lama Sue. We’ve been expecting you.”
“Oh you have!”
Obi-Wan quickly reached for his lightsaber, but finding it wet, decided not to ignite it, just in case (sometimes wet lightsabers have a bad tendency to zap their wielder).
“Yes, you must’ve come to inspect the clone army.”
“Clone … army?”
She sighed. Of all the Jedi they had to send, they had to send this nit-wit! She thought.
“Right this way. I’ll show you.”
They went through a series of doors until they came to a corridor with glass walls. Beyond they could see a large network of glass tunnels, bridges, tubes and cylinders holding clones ranging in ages from sperm to twenty-something.
“There’s so much glass in this place! It’s like living in a fish--” Obi-Wan looked at Lama-Sue’s cold, black, oval eyes. “—Uh, never mind.”
Obi-Wan noticed some of the clones were talking to each other, but he couldn’t hear them through the thick glass walls.
“I’m curious what clones have to say to each other.”
Lama-Sue sighed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, clone humor! It’s so aweful, we never listen in.”
Obi-Wan remained curious.
“Oh, very well!” Lama-Sue said, slightly irritated.
Lama-Sue pressed the intercom button on the wall so they could hear as two clones met one another in one of the glass corridors.
“Hey, you’re lookin’ good today!”
“Thanks! Ditto!”
They both chuckled identically and passed each other.
“--in stereo!” some other clone quipped nearby.
All three of them joined in a jovial laugh.
Two more clones approched each other.
“Hey, there’s a familiar face!”
They both laughed hardily.
“Curly,” said one clone as he walked to another from behind, “your ass is mine!”
Lama-Sue shut off the intercom.
“I see what you mean,” Obi-Wan groaned, shaking his head. “Let’s proceed.” He and Lama-Sue continued walking.
“Who ordered the clone army?”
“Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas. He called our 1-800 number, and took advantage of our pay-no-interest-for-10 years deal.”
“I see. Well, did he say what the clones were for?”
“Of course he did. These clones are for the Empire—uh, I mean the Republic!”
“And who’s the ego-maniac who had his image copied 10,000 times?”
“A bounty hunter by the name of Jango Fett. Would you like to meet him? He’s here, in his room complete with 100 mirrors, and his son, who’s also a clone of himself!”
“Yeah, why not? I’m gettin’ paid by the hour.”