V. The Return of the Flying Devil-Spawn
The 162,331 devil-spawn were there, on Nar Shaddaa. Fett muttered a string of curses under his breath.
"Hello, Boba Fett. It appears that we meet again."
"Yeah. And?" Boba asked dryly.
"The master has a new quest for you."
"Tell him to stuff it." Boba started to stalk away but the devil-spawn blocked his path (there ARE rather a lot of them).
"Not so fast. He's willing to pay this time." Bill perked up.
"Yay, money!"
"How much?" Fett asked, sighing in defeat.
"Four million."
"What does he want?" he asked suspiciously. No one paid that much unless it was a really bad job...
"A kilo of toxic chooc-laat-covered strawpberries from Kashyyyk."
Boba stopped, dumbfounded. Then he started backing away slowly. "No!"
"Then you are aware of the procedure?"
"Yes! And no!"
"No is not an option."
"I won't do it!" He stuck his chin out and crossed his arms defiantly.
"Then it seems that we are at an impasse. Let us consult the Twi'lek."
"No! He's, uh, mute. Just stricken mute." Boba whipped out his blaster and shoved the end into Bill's mouth. The devil-spawn knocked the gun away and picked up Bill.
"You like money, don't you...name?"
"Bill," he squeaked.
"Well, you like money, don't you?"
"Yes."
"And, Bill, you want money, don't you?"
"Don't answer!" Bill felt the devil-spawn tighten their grip.
"YES! Yes, I want money!" The devil-spawn dropped him.
"Then it's settled. Go forth to Kashyyyk, and bring back the strawpberries."
"You do know it takes at least a month?" Fett wasn't looking forward to this...
"Yes. He's willing to wait. After all, he's a very patient being. It takes him 1,000 years to digest."
"Yeah. So patient that he couldn't wait more than a week to get some Maalox Max..." Boba muttered.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. Bill, go round up Momo. Tell her I'm...uh...taking her on a vacation. To Kashyyyk."
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