Han Solo planned a special night for him and his girlfriend. The romance had gone out of their relationship long ago, and he was too lazy to go through the trouble of finding a new girlfriend. As a result, he was planning a nice dinner for them.
He hurriedly lit a candle when he heard her footsteps walking up the ramp of his ship, the Millennium Falcon. Unfortunately for his girlfriend Qi'ra, she had an enormous forehead so her monstrous forehead arrived ten minutes before the rest of her arrived.
When all of Qi'ra finally arrived, he looked up from chopping onions and wanted to cry for real. She was wearing a lowcut pantsuit again, and it was not flattering. Her boy boobs were small enough as it was that she looked like an idiot when she wore revealing tops. It seemed like she was shouting to the galaxy, "LOOK AT WHAT I DON'T HAVE."
"Hi," she saiid, smiling at him. She walked over to kiss him but her gigantic forehead knocked him to the floor. It was the eighth time that week, it had happened to Han Solo. The smuggler was really getting fed up with it.
"Sorry," she said, reaching down to scratch her crotch.
"You don't have crabs again, do you?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she shrugged. "Maybe I do. 'Ello, guvernor."
Han decided not to sleep with her that night, just to be sure. He motioned to the table and they both sat down.
Five minutes into their nerf steak dinner, Han noticed that Qi'ra was picking her nose again.
"It's going to be a long night," he thought glumly.
The End