I love this chapter! I don't know if you all will, but I do. The reason is because I wrote my friend in. Not TFKAK (although I have plans for her...heh heh heh heh...), but one of TFKAK's best friends and one of my good friends. I know she doesn't hate me for this, but I still feel very odd writing her like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Momo. She owns herself

XII. Bobo loves you! Yes, he does.

Boba and Bill arrived at Nar Shaddaa, also known as the smuggler's moon, neither in a very good mood. Boba was irritated that Bill had not said anything overly stupid for at least 24 hours, and Bill was his usual, stubborn, surly, un-drugged self. In other words, he was annoyed he didn't get his last paycheck from McDonalds.

"Are we there yet?"

"YES, Bill! Why do you think we would have left the Fett-Mobile if we weren't 'there'?"

"Potty break?"

"NO!" Hopefully, Boba Fett doesn't want to be a singer. All this roaring is probably killing his vocal chords. "Boba Fett does not take 'Potty Breaks'! Boba Fett has in-ship plumbing!"

"Oh. I wish I knew that before..." Bill murmered.

"Whatever. Just shut up until we get to...where we're going. The toxic fumes on Nar Shaddaa must be affecting your brain. Luckily, I have a built-in filter in my helmet!"

"Actually, there are no toxic fumes on Nar Shadaa, they were all eliminated by the Hutts, who are very sensitive to such fumes. Also, while Twi'leks are suceptible to stupidity poisoning, they are highly resistant to toxic fumes, and--"

"SILENCE!"

Boba and Bill walked in silence until they reached a theater with large purple writing on the front that read:

See Momo.

LIVE!

"Who's Momo?" Bill asked. Fett silenced him with a wave of hand as he strode into the theater, dragging the Twi'lek behind him.

"Momo, my dearest! Your darling 'Bobo' is here!" Fett called in an odd stage voice.

"Bobo?" Bill stared at the bounty hunter incredulously.

"Shut up. Momo? Where are you?" he trilled. Yes. I said trilled. Force help us all.

"Boba? Is that you?" A figure emerged from behind the curtain of the stage. Dressed in a red glittery number, a female human with light brown hair in a high bun, curls escaping randomly, glided down the stage stairs. Her hazel-green eyes had a fierce, fiery death glare.

Bill thought she was rather ugly, actually.

But then, Bill was a Twi'lek. Which made him rather stupid. And meant he knew nothing about the attractiveness of humans (Except Fabio, of course. Because Fabio is always an exception!). So, in actuality, Bill's perception of Boba (the ugly thing, because he can't remember 'Bobio') was extremely lucky to have someone this good-looking.

"Boba Fett, you awful man! I ought to slap you!"

So she did. Slap him, I mean.

"But, Momo! What did I do wrong?"

"What did you do wrong? What did you do WRONG? You didn't call for a whole...4.72 days! I thought you were dead!"

"Well, I almost was. I got...eaten."

"Eaten! You expect me to believe that?"

"Actually, he was," Bill piped up. "I saw the Devil-Spawn. They carried us into the sky! Wheeee!" Bill was as enthusiastic as a 4-year-old with a new toy he was explaining to his friends. How screwed up.

"Oh, darling Bobie-wobie, are you OK? What exactly happened? Tell me everything, darling." Momo squeezed Boba in a hug.

"The big nasty Sarlacc swallowed me up!" Boba explained, then changed his tone at Bill's mocking face. "I mean, I, uh, conquered a mighty jungle beast!" he explained in a deepened voice.

Bill snorted. "Yeah, right! The Dune Sea is hardly what I'd call a 'jungle'. And, as I recall, the Sarlacc got sick from 'Bobo' here and spat him out!"

Boba glared at Bill but went ahead and continued to fawn over Momo. "Boba loves you. Yes, he does..."

Bill made a gagging noise as Momo and Fett sat in the front row of the theater to catch up on old times. AKA 4.72 days.