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Feeble: lacking physical strength
“Master, no!”
“Come on, Obi-Wan. It’s a little, harmless, defenseless tooka!”
He grumbled. “I mean, yeah sure, that’s true. But the last time we did this, and you actually took the tooka, we ended up getting attacked by its mother. And both remember how that meant.” Obi-Wan gave Master Qui-Gon a pointed glare. “With us both in the Halls. With scratches and bite wounds.” He shuddered a little. He really hated the Halls, even with Master Qui-Gon’s various friends and crechemates coming in to laugh at him. That had made the visit slightly more bearable. At least for himself.
Master Qui-Gon grimaced. “But what if this one’s orphaned?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “But what if it isn’t? Master Mace will never let you live it down if we end up in Halls again for the same reason.”
Master Qui-Gon put the tooka down.