X. Ghizetto Twi'lizzles

"It's been more than a week! Where is my lint?" Bill was quite distraught, as he'd told Mill that she'd be getting a magnificent gift, and she was still waiting expectantly.

"Ask Chaagaal." Every afternoon, Chaagaal led Boba and Bill down to the dark corner, and every night he carried their limp forms back up. On the windowsills where he dropped the blood, small spots were beginning to appear.

Bill did ask the Wookiee that day.

/Oh, Misto, the Rodian? He died. Lint fire. Tried to jump start a hovercar. One spark, sixty kilos of lint, poof./

"Oh, Man! What am I going to do now?" Bill pondered this all the next morning as he and Mill partied at the Wookiee Ghetto nightclub that was open during the day. Then it hit him...

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"Yo yo yo, Bobizzle! Whazzup ma homie g?"

Boba stared at the transformed Bill. The Twi'lek was wearing baggy clothes, a cap, and what the bounty hunter could only assume was 'bling.' Mill was, what else, clinging to his arm.

"What is a 'Bobizzle?'"

"'Syou, ma man."

"Idiot..." Boba muttered.

"I p'zone you, yo!"

"Billizzle, you're so foshizzle da bomb at ghizetto." Mill smiled up at him.

"Foshizzle?"

"Foshizzle." Mill gazed at him with adoration. Bill put his arm around her.

"I'm gon' foshizzle you like you ain't never been foshizzled befo'!"

"WHAT?" Boba roared. "What in the galaxy is that supposed to mean?"

"Foshizzle means fo' shu. You not down wit tha' ghizetto, Bobizzle. Old man."

"I am NOT old!"

Mill cut in. "Well, Billizzle, fo' shu's not the only thing foshizzle can mean." She smiled up at the Twi'lek in a way that made Boba feel very nervous.

"All right, stop this now. Leave. Not--not both of you, just Mill. Chaagaal will be here shortly. There will be NO foshizzling while I'm in charge!"

"Aww, tough. See you, Millizzle, ma girl." He gave Mill a quick kiss as she left.

"Geez, Boba, what was that for?"

"Oh, no 'ghizetto Twi'lizzle' anymore?" Boba asked, amused.

"Oh, you know that's just an act for Mill. Why the heck do I have to do this stupid 'Process' anyway? What is it? All I know is that they known me out then I wake up in the doorway and my entire body feels awful. It's even worse thantrying to dance in a room packed full of Wookiees."

"Do you really want to know?" Bill nodded. "OK." Boba sat down and interlocked his fingers, holding his pointers up to the chine of his helmet.

"The creature that lives in that dark area is called a 'Craalganii,' which in Shyriiwook means 'core extractor.' The Craalganii has toxic tentacles that it wraps around us, which is why we get knocked out. It shakes around, a lot, and pretty much beats us up until we're limp enough that it can take its stinger and extract a drop of blood from our cores. The Wookiees take this blood and put it somewhere with a lot of sunlight and that we're likely to touch every day, like a windowsill. Strawpberries covered in chooc-laat sprout. No one really knows why; the entire thing is shrouded in mystery."

"Wow." Bill nodded. "That's some serious BS they're feeding you."

"BS?"

"You know, Bantha sh--"

"Yes, thank you Bill," Boba said dryly. "Now shut up."

So yes. There you have it, The Process. Thanks, Paris, for letting me kill you off. :P Just one of many, don't worry...this is the sequel of short-lived cameos. Literally. Anyway, (SPOILERS FOR NAPOLEON DYNAMITE) I know this is somewhat like what happens to Kip, but I had the concept for this long before I saw that movie (actually, millpzonesyou wrote a scene like this (a fanfic of a fanfic!) but I changed it around, because she wrote Boba with facial expressions (he's wearing a helmet!)). Anyway. That was a lot of parentheses. :D Oh, and I don't own the Pizza Hut p'zone things (even though that's now what I mean by the word 'p'zone'.)

scrb3331 - YES! A fangirl! Heh heh (laughs insanely). You may have to share him with my friend Momo. Yes, that is THE Momo! She's grown quite attached to Mr. Fett. (He should be a knight. Sir Fett. Heh. :D)