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A Sith and a Jedi walk into a bar. The Sith gets there first, so the bartender asks him what he wants.
"The Head of a Jedi on a Pike" The Sith says.
"I'm sorry, we don't serve Jedi here." The bartender replies with a level gaze.
Nonplussed - at both the lack of fear and the reply itself, the Sith is silent and so the Bartender moves on... right past the Jedi, to collect empty glasses, as there's no more customers.
"Excuse me?"
The Bartender looks at the Jedi, and with a level gaze, declares, "We don't serve Jedi here."
The Jedi waves a hand, and speaks, "Yes you do serve Jedi here."
The bartender grins... and pulls out a pike which gets the Sith to cackle at realising what was happening.
Obi-wan stared hard at the youngling in front of him who had just related a joke, and was rolling on the floor laughing at a terrible joke.
"Where in the Sith hells did you learn that one?"
In the background, Anakin just rolled his eyes, sure the variation he'd heard from a dear old friend was better.