Kyle and Mara's mutual apprenticeship

When Kyle Katarn and Mara Jade learned about the Force together, sometimes things got a little tense...

As I was saying, Kyle...

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Uh, Kyle?

...eh? What? Oh, sorry Mara. I was distracted by my beard.

You keep picking at that thing, it'll never grow in all the way.

Oh, like you would know. Grown any beards lately?

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I thought not.

So... what were you saying?

sigh...

The Force. You know, that energy field that binds the Universe together, that makes life grow and all that? Our whole reason for being together? Ring any bells in that oversized gasbag of ego you call a head?

Oh yeah, now I remember.

By the way, did you know that I invented hyperspace?

No. You did not invent hyperspace, Kyle. Can we get back to what we were doing?

Oh, that reminds me, my Bryar pistol needs cleaning.

Look, Kyle, if you don't put down the kriffing weed and start to take this thing seriously, I'm going back to Luke.

Did I ever tell you about how I speared Boc in the gut with nothing but Force-energy?

Did I ever tell you about how I conquered two Grand Moffs, sixteen Moffs, twelve pirate bases, and at least one rogue Dark Jedi? Of course I haven't, because that would be bragging.

If the next thing out of your mouth isn't how to perform a useful Force power, I'm going to leave your ass here.

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Did I&mdash;

That's it, buster, you're on your own. And don't expect me to bail you out of trouble again.