Ob1: Ooh, Pong
DM: That's right, I want you to stay here and um…guard the ship
DM gets hit in the head with the little sphere-training-droid-thingy (the one that Skywalker will eventually train with blindfolded) that OB1 was playing Pong with.
DM: Ow! runs out of the ship with R2-D2 and a hand-maiden of the Queen who oddly looks like Amidala.
(As they enter the town, they notice JJB is following them, so they look for a bounty hunter)
JJB: Me sah Jah-Jah (dies)
DM: Finally hands bounty hunter some money
Back at the ship
OB1: Still tryin to play pong with C3PO who is mysteriously there oops droid thingy goes flying by and hits something that explodes
Back with DM and Co.
OB1: talking through a communicator …and that's why we are going to need a few more parts than originally expected
DM: Let me get this strait…some random huge creatures of some sort, larger than the ship, got into the ship and blew a lot of stuff up
OB1: Uh…yes
DM: And to repair it's going to take 6 million dollars?!
OB1: Yeah!
DM: You idiot! Why did you leave the door unlocked?
OB1: Well I don't see how this is a problem. You left with 7 million dollars
DM: Yeah…about that
OB1 sees JJB's lifeless corpse in the background
OB1: Have you been hiring bounty hunters again?
DM: Dejectedly yes, but it wasn't just me! R2 wanted some shoes and you know robots love shoes
R2: Beep (Darn strait)
Frito (The guy who owns Anikan): Did I hear someone wants to make a bet?
DM: No
F: Oh flies off
DM: Anyway, we need to make some cash fast
OB1: How about betting?
F: Flies up
DM: No
F: Flies off
R2: Beep (Bet we need cash, or else I can't buy those new Air-Sebublas)
DM: Well, alright anything for my little buddy
R2: Zap
OB1: Sees R2 swagger Is R2 drunk again? that's my little buddy
DM: Now, he's my little buddy
OB1: Now, he's my little buddy
DM: Fine, there's only one way to settle this…Brockian Ultra Pong
R2: bEeP (Dude my hands are huge…wait)
R2 staggers drunkenly into a nearby shoe store and pukes on a pair of Air Sebulbas
Sore Owner: Hey, you puke, you pay!
R2: Be-hic-ep (stay away from my wife) zap tazers drunkenly at the store owner, but misses and passes out
R2: Beeeeeeeeeeeeee-hic-p (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-hic-zz)
DM: I'm very sorry sir, how much are they?
SO: whispers in DM's ear
DM: Oh, well…then I guess I'll just have to faints
R2: Bee…ehp? (heh)