Ok, this is the chapter that I told you guys about, the one where I get all mad at writer's block. And it's majorly short. It's all nutzo, but it ties in to the next chapter, which I like. So you might want to still read it. Also, disregard all the stuff I said about flaming me, because I would really enjoy NOT finding a bunch of flames. Please?
XIV. So I've Depleted My Creativity on Previous Chapter Titles. Sue Me!
"Gods, you are stupid!"
Yes, our chapter begins like this. See title, but instead of 'chapter titles' put in 'chapters.' And then flame me all you want. :P
Anway, back to the story.
"Gods, you are stupid!"
"Hey, you just said that!" Bill retorted.
Yes, Billy dearest, but the author needs to gather her thoughts and figure out what to do with this hole she's dug herself into. SO SHUT THE FRINK UP!
"Well, you are stupid. Because I said so. Twice. Wanna debate it?" Fett pointed the muzzle of his blaster at Bill's nose.
"No, you're right! I'm stupid! Better to be stupid than dead..." he muttered under his breath.
"I thought you'd see things my way..."
Fett and Bill were still on the Fettmobile, heading to Corellia to pick up some Maalox Max, if they could find any. How are they allowed to visit 4 planets in less than a week? Well, because the Fettmobile is really, really fast. Because I said so. And because if it wasn't my whole story would have to be flushed down the toilet, with the rest of the crap.
"You do know that there isn't going to be any Maalox Max on Corellia. They import strictly Dantooine foodstuffs."
"I WILL FIND MY MAALOX MAX!"
"Right...right..."
"Ye dare to mock me?"
"Well...yeah."
And that was the moment when suddenly, Bill had an overwhelming need for medpacs.