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Luke Skywalker had to admit, he was very impressed with the cleanliness and efficiency of the planet Flobo. The streets he drove over were free of litter, and the Flobobians themselves were all very tidy and well dressed. He parked his speeder by a meter at the end of the street and gathered together his materials.
The sign was right there, and he could not avoid seeing it as he exited the vehicle. "No Weapons Allowed." Luke grumbled under his breath. His supervisor who assigned him to this planet had turned out to be none other than Rabba the Hutt, the merciless big brother of Jabba the Hutt. Had Luke known who he was, he would have asked to be transferred to a different planet. But Rabba already recognized the young Jedi and gave him the worthless assignment before he knew what was happening, and Luke could not get out of it. Well, there was no help for it. He would have to do the best he could with what he had.
Luke's first house on the block was an old-fashioned dwelling in the Old Republic architectural style. He rang the doorbell, and a very flustered Flobobian woman answered it. She wore an apron, her hair was piled messily atop her head, and two small Flobobettes wriggled in her arms.
"Yeah, what do you want?"
"Hello ma'am. My name is Luke Skywalker, and this is your lucky day. I'm going door to door and giving folks like you a once in a lifetime chance to acquire a marvel of a product. What is it, you say? It's a lightsaber."
The woman stared at him blankly. "Well, what does it do?"
"Would you be so kind as to give me a few moments of your time? I will demonstrate for you in your own home, how this amazing product can change your life forever. Could I come in, please?"
"Okay, yeah. Come in," She indifferently put down the little Flobobettes and ignored them as they ran screaming in circles around the room. Luke stepped inside, careful to avoid tripping on a Flobo doll and some scattered Flobocrayons. "So what exactly does this thing do?"
"Uh, well ma'am, it—it has many uses, to be exact. It's very helpful around the house." Luke looked around nervously, hoping his Jedi instinct would somehow serve him in this instance. One of the little Flobobettes then picked up a ray gun and shot Luke in the leg. He cried out in surprise as his leg began to go numb.
The Flobobette woman only signed and said, "No, no Flobie. Bad boy. Mommy told you not to do that anymore." The little Flobobette only laughed, and Luke glared menacingly at him and he rubbed his leg to try and restore the feeling.
Then Luke had an idea. "Step right over here ma'am, and I'll give you a free demonstration. I noticed your two Flobobettes have no place of temporary confinement during the day, while your valuable time is needed to focus on other chores around the house."
"We have a play-pen," said the woman, "but they only climb right out of it, so we don't use it."
"Ah ha," said Luke. "That was before. But with the new and improved lightsaber railing, your Flobobettes will remain safe and happy in their play-pen while you are free to do other housework." Luke then proceeded to unscrew all the railings from the play-pen while the mother watched curiously. He installed sixteen lightsabers in their places and then ignited them.
"They're so bright," said the mother.
"Glad you brought that up, because they also double as night lights. Now, put your little Flobobettes in here, and I guarantee they won't escape." The mother gathered her two little ones and put them into the play-pen. The little Flobobette who had shot Luke with the ray gun was the first to try and climb out, and he grabbed hold of the lightsaber railings with both hands.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" cried the Flobobette as his hands sizzled and sparks flew. The other then tried the same thing, with similar results. No matter how many times they tried, they could not get out. The mother was overjoyed.
"Sir, I'll take them all."
Luke gave his best smile. "Very good, sign here then, Ma'am." It was a success. He had made his first sale of the day.