Mehehehe! Reviews! I will respond, that is what I like to do. :D
GreatOne: Thankyou so much for reading! I love all your stuff. I hate the EU writers, too. And, while Han is my single favorite character, Boba is a very close second. So I don't mind him lurking around, except for in that wierd Young Jedi Knights book where he just randomly turned up, and I was like "Wha?"
your stupid sister: For anyone that was wondering, this actually IS my stupid sister. Heh heh, I should just delete her review. But I'll get back at her...somehow....
Lightbulby: Yay! I made someone go into hysterics! The goal of all humor writers. :D
More Disclaimer: I don't own McDonalds. Nor would I want to. Burger King all da way! But I do own Bill. I own ALL of Bill. Except for him being a Twi'lek, I think George owns that...
III. For my daughter! Really!
Boba Fett left the Laundromat looking very kewl in his clean'n'spiffy armor. At least, that was what the detergent machine had said before he'd ripped it apart. Fett thought he looked more shiny than spiffy, but whatever.
GRUMBLE. GR-UMBLE UMBLE.
Oh, shut up!
GRUMBLEY...UMBLEY UMBLEY!
Fine! Be that way!
And so, at the urgings of his stomach, Boba Fett went into McDonalds.
"Oh, man..."
For, you see, all the people who had seen him in his underwear at the Laundromat were magically at the McDonalds. Even the corpse of the guy who laughed at him (a small girl was convinced the corpse was her dolly, though it had started to ooze green fluid out the ears and nose. Ugg. Not pretty.).
Ok, just breathe...Fett inhaled then took one step forward. All the staring people took one step back. This just might not be so bad. Fett was now relaxed and strutted over to the counter, which was seemingly devoid of humanoid life, save for one small Twi'lek in McDonalds uniform. Its twin lekku were twitching wildly, giving way to the fact that the being was EXTREMELY nervous.
But then, who wouldn't be?
"H-hello, welcome to McDonalds. Can I take you ord...order?"
"Yes..." Boba looked at the Twi'lek's nametag, "...Bill. I'll have a big Mac with extra tomatoes. You motto is 'Have it You Way,' isn't it?"
"Un, no, sir, that would be, uh, Burger King..."
"Well!" Boba roared. He was very good at this. "You'd better give me the extra tomatoes, or I may just become a disgruntled customer! "
Oh, how he loved acting like a jerk and getting away with it just because he could kill people! Of course, his sucky dialogue could have been a factor in those deaths...or it could just be a temporary brain depletion on the part of the author...
The Twi'lek shrank back from the raging bounty hunter. "I'll get it right away!"
Boba grabbed Bill's collar. "You'd better. And one more thing. I'm going to need a Happy Meal too."
Bill gave him a quizzical look. "Ok..."
"It's for my daughter! I swear! I'm--SHE'S collecting the Barbie figurines!"
Bill stared straight into the armor's visor. Suddenly he cracked up.
"Yeah, I'm SO sure! Even if you had a daughter, like you would care about her! Heck, you probably talk to a woman long enough to have a daughter!"
Boba grabbed Bill tighter and pulled him close enough that the Twi'lek could just see the outlines of Boba's eyes. That was more than enough to shut the twerp up. Boba wished he could take the helmet off; it would have been so much more effective. But no.
"I change my order. I'll have that to go. And I'll add on an extra 300 credits to the bill for you."