Yay for reviews! I love you people!
JadeScarlet: Thankyou! I got another LOL, I appreciate LOLs. They are very special.
Lightbulby: Heh heh, just what I always wanted, to make people's heads explode....by the way, I love your fic about the dinner party. I read it a loooong time ago, way before I got an account.
V. Is anyone reading these titles? Anyone?
After explaining the situation to Bill over the course of many hours, Boba was pooped. Not literally, of course, because a grown man messing himself would just be gross. But in that...non literal way. Anyway, all Boba wanted to do was go to his bed and sleep. But Bill was sitting in a daze. Information overload, apparently.
"Wow, wow, wow...wow! Wow! Wow--"
"Would you shut up? I've got a migraine."
"But--but--wow...wow...wow..."
Fett screamed in agony. Then he saw the obvious solution. He was going to have to...dispose of Bill. But no, he'd paid 300 creds for this moron; he might as well get some entertainment out of the imbecile. He wondered if that mutant felinx pit on Malastare had been shut down yet...
Suddenly Bill stopped acting like an idiot (a welcome changed) and grinned at Boba.
"All done."
The author retracts the previous comment and replaces it with "Bill stopped acting like an idiot A BIT."
Boba glared at him. "Then get in my ship already!" Note he didn't say "the ship." Boba Fett is very possessive.
"Okie!"
Fett sighed. If this kept up the whole trip, Bill might find himself jettisoned out the air lock.
Bill and Boba walked on to the ship, where Fett proceeded to plot a course for Coruscant. Surely the center of the galaxy would have some Maalox Max. Right? Fett shoved the thoughts out of his mind and walked back to where Bill was now sitting on a metal stool eating bread. "What the heck are you doing?"
Bill grinned. Through a mouthful of bread, he made noises that sounded like," Gmpfh abug shmoof garamp shlump."
Fett sighed. "Swallow."
Bill did as instructed and spoke. "Well, here was all this bread just sitting in your ship supplies, and it smelled really good. So I ate it."
"OK...wait, where'd you say you got it? Gimme that!" Fett grabbed some bread, tore off his helmet, and bit some off, chewing slowly. Horror spread across his face.
"You idiot! This is my drugged...bread..."
But Bill was already asleep on the floor and Boba was slowly joining him. Before he went into slumber he punched in new coordinates.
"Gosh durn it, Bill..."