Pocket Obi-Wan decided his new job was to be a conscience for my rebellious sister, to help her learn right from wrong, good from bad, nachos from burritos. At first the rebel accepted this due to being a Star Wars fangirl but as time wore on (30 seconds) she got agitated and threw Pocket Obi-Wan from her shoulder into my hands while he cried manly tears that were totally manly i comforted him and convinced him to rethink the conscience job, he begrudgingly resigned as the rebel's conscience. He now makes his own decisions for only himself and feels free.
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