Varriss Of Ovee exists her shuttle into the warm sunny air of Quermia, a light breeze ripples through her cape as she approaches the Prime Master and his entourage waiting for her at the edge of the landing pad.

"Thank you for having me Prime Master I......." Varriss pauses. "Jedi Master Yarael Poof?"

The Quermian recoils and shakes his head. "Say Whhhhhhhat? I have no idea who you're talking about!"

"You're literally him, you're just wearing a fake mustache!"

"No I'm not! I definitely didn't fake my heroic death to get out of having to deliver Pizza ONCE AGAIN to those stuck-up dorks on the Council,"

Varriss stares silently in shock for a moment. "Okay........ I'm Varriss Of Ovee, thank you for having me."

Poof nods. "Oh I know who you are, Lady go postal and blow up the temple." He pauses. "But I totally get it, I felt like blowing up that stupid room when they refused to reimburse me for all the Coffee I bought them!.... I mean I would have felt like that I if were Master Proof which I am not."

"How did you survive?"

"Survive what? You mean the First or Second Death Star? Or do you mean Order Sixty-Six, which didn't affect me by the way because I wasn't a Jedi!"

"One side of your mustache fell off."

Poof ducks his head away and reattaches the mustache. "No it didn't I....... Okay Look I've got a good thing going here, if we consider joining the FSF will you just leave and like not tell anyone you found me?"

"Our philosophy is largely about leaving people alone so, I suppose so?"

(This is allegedly what happened. All that is known is that Varriss campaigned in person on Quermia.) (Yarael Poof: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2emv5A7OlVM)