I decided to put this up because I'm becoming paranoid and am hoping this bumps up the story a little bit...no revieeeeeews! (heavy breathing) Somewhat shortish.

II. SPECIST!

"What the heck is wrong with you, Bill?" Boba was becoming a little exasperated. Bill had been moping around the Fettmobile for the past two days, ever since he'd met Mill.

"I'm pining for my one true love, the beautiful Malicia. You have torn us apart, cruel bounty hunter. I know her heart longs for me as mine does for her. If only I could defy you and win the right to see my love!"

"Ha! You'll never defy me, Bill. Will he? No, he won't." Fett had started stroking his blaster and talking to it. "We'll disintegrate him."

Bill looked at him oddly. "Whatever. Leave me be, cruel master. Let me wallow in my agony of separation from my Malicia."

"Bill, you're no fun when you're like this. I wish you'd never met the woman. She'll destroy you mind. You guys aren't even the same species!"

"So? Fett!" Bill gasped. "Are you specist?"

"What? No, I'm not specist!"

"You are! You're specist. My own evil slave master..." Bill shook his head in disbelief.

"I am NOT SPECIST! I just hope you guys think first if you ever decide to have children." Boba shuddered. There was a disturbing thought.

"I knew it, SPECIST! Love breaks through all barriers, be they species or evil sisters and bounty hunters!"

Boba snorted. "I only said it because you're so utterly repulsive that I would be deeply sorry for said offspring."

"Oh."

"And besides, don't you mean 'lust' breaks through all barriers?"

"You think I can't love?" Bill said defiantly.

"No, I don't think you can love. Your little 16-Twi'lek-years-of-age body is simply too rampant with hormones for you to even know what 'love' is. Now, can we please stop talking about this?"

"You said please...again!" Bill gasped. "Does this mean you actually...like me?"

"No! I despise you, maggot!" Nowgo get me some bolts or something!"

"Specist..." Bill muttered under his breath, going off to do as Fett pleased, lest he get a blaster bolt to the brain.

Fett put his helmeted head in his hands. "Why?" he cried out. "Why him, of all the McDonald's workers in the universe? Why is it that I get the bread-addicted teenage Twi'lek who falls madly in love with my girlfriend's sister? WHY?"

Bill popped his head into the room. "Because otherwise, you'd have no fun."