I'm back! I had to go to Florida. I hate Florida. Anyway, I am almost finished with this one thing I do that causes me to have no free time whatsoever, so I will be ready to update a bunch soon. When I feel like typing. Which is always, by the way.
Reviews:
Lightbulby - hee hee, I love the theme song too. I actually go around singing it sometimes. It's quite disturbing
Infamous One - No. He does not own a Fett-a-rang. That would be interesting...anti-slave-escape mechanism....
Moreta Lynx - Bill is really rather stupid, as will be demonstrated by later chapters. But you are right to feel sorry for him, for he is now at the mercy of Fett...
P.S. This is a short chapter! Forgive me! It is not the only one that shall be updated!
VII. ROAD TRIP!
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we--"
"SHUT UP!" Fett roared. "We're obviously not there yet if we haven't even LEFT THE SPACEDOCK!" He then began to mutter about permanent damage from hippy-bread.
"FINE! Be that way." Bill crossed his arms and stared out the window.
Don't tell me I bought a teenage Twi'lek. Anything but a TEENAGE TWI'LEK. NO TEENAGE TWI'LEKS!
"How old are you, Bill?"
"Seventeen."
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"But in standard years, that's 22."
"Oh. Gooooooood..." Boba then took the Fett-mobile out of the dock. It was fun. So fun that they threw a party! Well, Bill threw a party. Fett sat there with his arms crossed as Bill placed a party hat on his head and sprinkled confetti all over him. But Boba got his revenge by making Bill clean it up with his hand-held Bissell.
"You have a vacuum cleaner?"
"Prisoners tend to be very dirty, especially if you're about to deliver them to an evil crime lord bent on their destruction."
"Oh." There was a pause. "Still, it's kinda creepy!"
"Just shut up, PLEASE!"
"Wow! You said...please!"
Boba then proceeded to grab the complimentary in-flight pillow and scream into it.