Sebulba walked angrily around his podracer, trying to find a piece that must have fallen off somewhere. "How will I ever fix this?" he thought. If he didn't fix it, he would have to find a job like regular people have to do. He got his income from his podracing. He won every race and got every reward. He got so much, he didn't even need half of it. Until now.
The medic droids always searched through the track to find anyone who might be lost or injured. They always took good care of the injured. Except for that one time one of them malfunctioned and jabbed a needle in a little too hard. That patient, well, you probably can figure out what happened to him.
Sebulba was waiting for them to come pick him up and bring him back to the city. He needed to build a new pod with some spare parts that he would buy from Watto. Watto sold parts to him at 75% discount.
He couldn't figure out how Anakin could pass him like that. One moment they were side by side. The next, Sebulba was spinning out of control while Anakin raced past him. He was beginning to be like a Bounty Hunter. Except he didn't want bounty, he wanted revenge.
The medic droids were here now. They offered him a water bottle with water that was still nice and cold. He grabbed it and drank it all in about a minute. Sebulba hopped onto the medic airspeeder and the droids started to drive him back to the city. The airspeeder streaked across the dry, desolate desert.
Even though the airspeeder was going at near maximum speed, Sebulba was still frustrated at how "slowly" it was going. His anger kept building up over time. He was used to his pod, which went over twice as fast as the piece of junk he was riding in. He was so mad that he deactivated the droids driving it. He thought about destroying them but decided he could get free parts out of them for his podracer. He jumped in the front and started to push the speeder way past its limits. It stalled again and again but eventually got to the city.
Once he was there, he walked around and tried to find some weapons. A tough looking guy was at the front. "How much for that one?" Sebulba asked, pointing at a dangerous looking blaster.
"375 credits," the owner told Sebulba. Sebulba hated anything overpriced. And this was definitely overpriced.
"300," Sebulba said.
"No, 375!"
"325."
"No! I said 375!" the man yelled.
Sebulba jumped up and kicked him in the head. The man fell to the ground like a rock. Sebulba grabbed the blaster and walked away. "Now I have a weapon. For free," Sebulba thought to himself.