Imagine being Filoni in the studio and having to be all like "damn, Kiri Hart, your character's fuckin' fine, all sexy with her tight body and horrific dyke afro haircut. I would totally have sex with her, both Ahsoka and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fap to a 16 year old Togruta in his writing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Filoni and not only sit in that chair while Kiri Hart flaunts her disgusting character in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her surgery scars and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, HER CHARACTER LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fapping to nothing but a healthy diet of Togrutas and Twileks and later alleged inquisitor pedophile for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Pittsburgh. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dykecut afro as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then Kennedy calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Filoni. You're not going to lose your future producer career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.