“It’s a nickname!” yelped Anakin, already on his feet and running for his life, “not a command!”

A veritable fleet of airborne scissors sailed behind him, darting in and nipping at his hair.

Obi-Wan was no help, having doubled over in laughter, and Ahsoka’s control wobbled dangerously as she wiped the tears from her eyes; even if Anakin’s hair survived, his dignity would be in shreds.