Zamar scrambled onto his feet, nearly tripping on the cloak.
"One does his best to blend in the masses..."
Peering at the two now changed jedi he grunted, realizing the trouble they had gone through whereas himself hadnt even bothered taking a shower.
"Done with your make-up? I feel like leaving this planet."
You can't say that civilization isn't in progress, because in every war, they kill you in a new way