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IV. "Fuh--fuh--fuh--?"

"Well, it's just a little on, dear."

"A--" Fett was in a stupor. "A little one? That's even worse! What do you mean, a 'little one?'"

"Well, it's sort of...small, but--"

"How much?" He asked, leaning against the piano for support.

"What do you--?"

"HOW MUCH?"

Momo shrank back and braced herself. "Five million."

"CREDITS!"

She nodded timidly.

"Fuh--fuh--fuh--" Boba staggered backwards, his hand grasping his chest. "Five...million...credits..." He collapsed onto the piano and slid to the floor in a stupor.

"But, Bobie, I had to! There's another performer who has a ruby dress! Besides, I'll look simply divine--"

"Get. It. Now." Boba hissed.

"But--"

"GET IT NOW." Momo started and scurried off the stage. How could the woman be so insensible? A diamond dress? Was she trying to drive him to more meager Hutt bounties?

"Having relationship issues, Bobo?" Bill called from the back of the theater as Mill giggle. Still slumped against the piano, Boba held his hand up and gave Bill the finger.

"Touch-y."

I hate you, Bill. When we get home, you're taking a bath in some acid, and I hope you shrivel up and die.

"H-here it is." Momo held out the dress far away from her body. Fett ripped it out of her hands. He examined it for a few seconds.

"Return it."

"But, sweetie--"

"RETURN IT! Do NOT try to sugar your way into my wallet, Momo. You are in enough trouble as it is; I will NOT have you manipulating me as well.

"Yes, Boba." Mill bowed her head, picked up the dress, and went backstage again. Fett felt a small pang; she'd called him just 'Boba.'

Fett stormed off the stage and out the doors, yanking Bill out of his seat as he went.

"Hey, what's up with this, Bobie?" Bill protested. Fett yanked him by the collar until the Twi'lek was mere inches away from the feared Mandalorian visor.

"Not funny." Boba shoved him away and continued on.

"Fett, what's wrong?" Bill was genuinely concerned now. This wasn't like his evil slave master.

"Just shut up, Bill, OK? Just, seriously, shut up."

"Bill closed his mouth. What could he say to that?

And then there was a thrumming sound.