IX.Lint-a-licious

"Ugh..."

Bill awoke, his entire body throbbing and a splitting headache tearing through his skull. He and Bill were in a pile on the floor just inside the entrance of their hut. Bill appeared to be sound asleep, but looked like he'd been beaten to a bloody pulp. Seeing he himself was in a similar condition he quickly remembered why. Yesterday had been the first day of The Process.

Fett rushed to his windowsill. Nothing. Bill's sill was equally devoid of growth.

"Ow!" Boba heard the shrill yelp cut suddenly through the jungle background chatter. Bill was awake.

"Try not to more too much!" Fett called as he went to his room to change into his "comfy" armor, the one with the padded joints.

"Bobaaa! There's someone here for you!"

"Wretched Twi'lek..." the bounty hunter muttered as he made his was (painfully) to the entrance of the hut. Standing in the doorway was an oddly tall, oddly blond Rodian.

"Albino giant?" Bill suggested, whispering. Boba shook his head pitifully and shoved him out of the way.

"Yes?"

"I have a proposition," the Rodian began. "Have you ever found yourself without lint? Most would think 'Wonderful! No more linty clothes!' But I come to warn you against the follies of lint extermination. Lint is a valuable asset to society and nature, and without it, apocalyptic catastrophes could occur! And so my proposition is this: artificial lint. I sell by the crate, only ten credits a half-kilo! It even comes in sea green, to match your lovely armor! Made by only the most skilled artisans who have studied the practice of collecting eraser residue as lint for decades! Come on! Save the lint!"

Boba stared at the Rodian. The Rodian grinned at Boba. Soon he was grinning at a door, slammed in his face.

"Hey! I was going to buy some!" Bill swung the door open. "Do you make it in pink?"

"Why, of course!" The Rodian gave a toothy smile.

"Great! I'll take three! For Mill," he told Boba.

"Wait, do you mean Malicia?"

"You know her?"

"Know her? I dated her for six months! Little heartbreaker, that one. Right, well, that'll be thirty credits, and you lint'll be here tomorrow."

"Cool!" Bill paid as Boba stood watching and shaking his head in disbelief.

scrb3331 - Don't worry, The Process is explained in the next chapter.

Moreta Lynx - Well, glad to know you're still here!

I was an artificial lint saleswoman, once upon a time (sixth grade). Bobert Smith never paid me that 35 cents...I said he could pay in Ramen, but he refused.

So yes. Thanks to Bobert for the idea, I SUPPOSE (is still bitter about her 35 cents), and Paris for letting me make him into an albino Rodian (not that he had a choice. NO ONE HAS A CHOICE when I write them in to Bobo! BWAHAHA! Um. Yes. Sorry.)