Felt bad about being such a lousy poster, so I gave ya two chappies today!

VI. To the Fett-mobile!

The two, Bill and Boba, awoke from their drug-induced slumber to the sound of the ship docking. That or masses of Fett fangirls trying to rip apart the ship to find the beloved. Frankly, Boba and Bill preferred the former theory. Boba because he knew where they were, and Bill because he sill thought Fett was not desirable to women in THAT WAY.

"Come on, Bill," Fett grabbed his helmet and shoved it on his head. As far as he knew, Bill still hadn't seen his face. Very, very good. Fett was shocked at his own carelessness in removing the helmet and vowed never to accidentally eat his own drugged bread again.

:"Where are we? If this was Coruscant, we'd have been squished and burned by now." Bill had to run to keep up with the bounty hunter, who was striding towards the airlock. "I mean, there are SQUISHY and BURNY things on Coruscant. LOTS of burny things!"

"That hippy drugged bread can really fry the brain, you know. Maybe you SHOULDN'T EAT IT!"

"But it smelled really good!" Bill was such a whiner.

"Toxic flowers on Kashyyyk smell really good, too. But do you think the Wookiees eat them? NO! Why not? BECAUSE THEY'RE TOXIC!"

Bill started sniffling. "S-stop yelling at me!" Then it turned to full-out bawling. "YOU HATE ME--EVERYONE HATES ME---WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE ME--I'M REALLY NICE--EVERYONE HATES ME!"

Joy. Drugged, depressed. Twi'leks. Greaaat...

"(sigh) No one hates you, Bill. You just need to not eat hippy bread. Then people will like you more." Trust me...

"R-really?"

"Yes. Now get off my ship." The airlock opened to reveal a cave full of advanced mechanics."

"Whoa, what is this?"

"The Fett-cave," Boba said, annoyed.

"Well, then there should be some sort of sign!"

"There is," Boba replied dryly, pointing to the neon, sparkly, glowing sign. That's right, neon, sparkly, AND glowing, all at the same time! And it did, indeed, say "THE FETT-CAVE."

"Huh. Cool."

"Toldya. Anyway, if you don't mind...." Fett grabbed Bill's arm and dragged him off the SLAVE I. "To the Fett-mobile! Na na na na na na na na BOBA!"

"Huh?"

"(sigh) It's my theme song! It sounds cool."

"Awesome...can I have one?"

"If you must, but I'm not picking..."

With that, they jumped into the Fett-mobile, Boba gave Bill some stupidity antidote to counteract the bread (which was starting to wear off anyway), and they were on their way to Coruscant. Again. But this time Bill didn't eat anything drugged.

P.S. I don't own Batman, the Bat cave, the Bat mobile, or his theme song. Although it would be totally rockin' if I did!