OK,I had to update again, because I desperately want to get this thing up so I can do the next chapter, XII. It is my very favorite, even thought I don't think it's particularly well-written. But you'll see why, trust me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shrek, which is where I got the title from (a line that Donkey says)
XI. On The Road Again (Sing it With Me!)
When Bill rose from the depths of drugged sleep, the Fett-Mobile was once again
in flight.
"Where are we? What happened?"
"You, uh, slipped and fell. On the beans." Boba didn't look at Bill.
"Huh. I guess so. Where are all the beans?"
Boba hung his head. "I ate them."
"Oh. Well, where are we going?"
"To someone who just might be able to help us."
"Oh. OK." Bill was being very sensible. How odd.
"Are you OK, Bill? Is there something I need to know about?"
"No."
"Ok. Then. That's that." Boba turned back to the viewscreen in his pilot's
chair. It was so...quiet without Bill's incessant yabbering. So...boring.
Please do NOT tell me I actually value Bill's companionship! That's
just...creepy!
And yet...life would be so boring right now if it weren't for Bill. All the
experiences he wouldn't have had, like bean-diving, and hippy-bread-induced
slumber! Hmmn. He actually would be better off without Bill. But who cared, as long as he had some shudder fun.
"Bill, what would you say if I told you that cherries are alive?"
"I would say that you're crazy. Or stupid. Or both."
"Gooood. What would you say if I told you that your mother was a bantha?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
" 'Course not. A bullet speaks a thousand words."
"Niiiice. And now, for my final question. Are you...a potato?"
"Yes. A potato has many "eyes," as do I."
"Congratulations, Bill. You just passed a test I randomly made up beacuse I was
bored and had nothing better to do and just wasted 5 minutes of your life by
having you answer."
"Oh. Cool."
The silence was, once again, stifling. Fett could bear it no longer.
"YOU ARE THE MOST BOING SLAVE EVER! YOU DO NOTHING! DO SOMETHING STUPID, THAT I MAY REVEL IN MY SUPERIOR INTELLECT!"
"NO!" Bill was indignant.
"And why not?" Fett forced the words through his teeth with icy coldness.
"Cause that's false advertising. I was only stoopid coz I was drugged! False
advertising is ill-ee-gal!"
"AND YOU THINK BOUNTY HUNTING ISN'T?!?!?!?!" Fet screamed in agitation.
As Fett threw a fit, Bill grinned, his job of entertainment well done.