Darth Maul fidgeted quietly in the waiting room as 'Muskrat Love' in typical Muzak style played and the prepubescent padiwans across from him giggled at him with youthful ignorance. He tried hard not to reach for his saber and behead the little bastards. His years of training also kept him from not tugging at the wedgie that was snugly planted between his buttocks.
"Fuck you Yoda," he thought to himself.
The door beside the receptionist's window opened and a young cheerful Ewok waddled out with a clipboard in its furry paws. It looked at Maul and spoke in Ewok,
"Mr. Maul, the doctor will see you now"
Maul stood up, then stooped low and followed the Ewok squeezing his large frame through the much-too-small door trying hard not to make the door frame larger himself by using the force.
The obnoxious Ewok led Maul to a room and seated him in a vinyl reclining chair that was far too small for him. His legs stuck out ridiculously tripping the Ewok as she tried to wobble by.
The Ewok looked through a folder that had appeared when Maul wasn't looking. He was too busy looking at the poster of gum disease. And smiled.
"I see you are here to have an adjustment on your braces" The Ewok squeaked.
"Yes." Maul sneered.
"The doctor will be in to see you in a few minutes" she snapped, offended that the over sized Sith was in her office. She closed the folder, turned and waddled out of the tiny room humming an off-key Ewok tune.
Maul sighed and cursed his insurance purveyor for not providing him with a better orthodontist. The other Siths were covered under Dark Side Interstellar, but his rank only allowed him to have Dark Side Intergalatic.
After a few minutes, the orthodontist appeared. He was a nondescript Quarren with large wrinkly tentacles. He oozed with professional pride and also oozed a nice slimy trail on the floor. The stench of his lunch was overwhelming to the sensitive Sith and he wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Suddenly, Maul was gripped with an overpowering fear and dizziness. Sweat broke out on his brow, his ears rang, and his heart began to race as the room suddenly closed in around him with a soft black curtain.
Maul opened his eyes to find the doctor hovering over him with a worried look in his strange eyes.
"Mr. Maul! Sith sir, you passed out! Are you alright," the doctor asked in a shaky voice for one who was supposed to be a professional.
Maul's eyes began to well up with tears. Something about the sensitivity of those oceanic eyes said something to him. Tears he had held back for light years sprang forth. Maul wailed and cried with deep bellowing wailing that could be heard from the waiting room.
"They make fun of me!" he sobbed, clenching his fists and kicking his feet.
"They always hated me! They don't understand!" He cried.
The suddenly sensitive doctor nodded his squiddy head and muttered soothing words to Maul, stealing a glance at the wall clock.
"Mommy" Maul sobbed, unconsciously sucking his right thumb and rocking back and forth in the small chair.
Tenderly, the doctor put a tentacle on Maul's arm and spoke in a soft voice,
"Mr. Maul, would you like to reschedule?" he crooned
Maul quickly removed the thumb from his mouth.
"Yes" Maul whispered looking up to the doctor with softened glistening eyes.
"Can I," Maul started to say still fixed in the doctor's eyes.
"Yes, you can have a lolly on your way out" The doctor smiled.
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