Rednecks Anonymous- A Short story.

Background info: Star wars based, using characters from Star wars.

Han Solo led a large group of rebels into a small room with a circle of folding chairs, where they all sat down. Han spoke up first, "Welcome to our first meeting of rednecks anonymous. Please stand up, give your name, and tell us why you are here."

The first person to stand up was one of the pilots, "My name is Airen Crakken, and I always patch my ship up with duct tape. I am a redneck."

"Thank you General Crakken. Now, who's next?"

A girl stood up next, and waved to everyone, "Hello, My name is Leia Organa, and I want to trade my ambassadorial vehicle for a duct taped pile of scrap." She smiled and sat down.

"That's fascinating princess, so whose next?"

The third person to stand up grinned madly as he stood, "My name is Luke Skywalker, and I want to paint my X-wing camouflage."

Han snickered "Okay, farm-boy, have a seat. Please let there be someone sane here."

The fourth person to stand was his friend and copilot, "{My name is Chewbacca, and I keep trying to put wampa horns on the front of the Falcon}"

Han pressed his face into his palm and groaned, waving for them to continue. The next volunteer jumped up chewing on a chunk of beef jerky, "My name is Jek Porkins and I ripped the sleeves off of almost all of my jumpsuits." The large man sat back down, causing his chair to creak.

"Wonderful. So, who's left?"

"My name is Terry Form and I keep trying to get a tractor out here." The girl sat down and Han stepped over to the door where he started slamming his head into the wall.

"Don't hit the wall, we don't have our duct tape with us!" several of the people called out. Han didn't stop. "Hey guys, I've got a roll right here," Luke called out.

Han stopped pounding his head against the wall, "You know what. I don't have a problem. Neither do you, so I don't want to EVER see another meeting of Rednecks Anonymous. Now come on, Let's get down to the bar." He led the group of rednecks out the door and heard ripping sounds behind him. Looking back, he could see Jek ripping off his sleeves and Luke trying to patch the hole in the wall by the door. Han turned and quickly headed for the bar to avoid the crazy people. When he arrived, he turned and ran for the hangar where his ship was parked.

He ran up the boarding ramp into the familiar darkness of his home and flicked on the lights. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed several figures at the table.

"Did you all follow me home?!" he questioned the new people in his home.

"Naw," Luke drawled, "We beat you here. And you needed to tell us your story still Han."

Han looked at the rednecks invading his home and leaned against the bulkhead, "Very well. My name is Han Solo, and I've been a redneck for most of my life. Happy?"

Leia looked at him, "No. You didn't mention that you are also a scruffy Nerf-herder."

"What!! That's ridiculous!!" He continued to deny it until Chewbacca came out of the back with a small nerf in tow. "Thanks a ton Chewie. I could have gotten away with it if it weren't for you."

Note: A Nerf is a cross between a cow and a sheep.