You think that's bad? Try being a Jedi from a place where we're raised to be almost completely serious all of the time, and then I start singing about my utility belt and my lightsaber after stepping out of the shower. I tried to keep quiet most of the time, but it's like these songs had a mind of their own. I suppose I should be glad Master Yoda wasn't here, because singing would have made him completely unintelligible, as opposed to semi-unintelligible like he usually is.
I never went out during these past several days. Why take the chance of embarrassing myself?