XVIII. Public Service Announcement

Well, the reader(s) is/are probably wondering why the flying devil-spawn did not interfere during the Klyyynaii bird incident. The fruit are the final objective, so why not protect them?

There are several answers to this question, beginning with:

1. The devil-spawn are starved by the Sarlacc

This is to keep them especially blood-thirsty and evil, but also causes them to hope for the day that they may capture our dear Fett for the Sarlacc and maybe get a leg, or a even a few fingers, to eat.

2.This is 'The Further Adventure of Bobo Fat."

Therefore, it is not a vehicle to chronicle the assorted adventures of the devil-spawn. Perhaps later.

3. They were playing cards with the Sarlacc.

"Go fish."

"You're cheating!"

"No, uh, we're not.! We swear!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

"...Master...please...we can't breathe..."

4. The author is rather stupid.

Which is why she didn't think to include them, and writes so many of her friends in. It is also the reason we have this chapter. That and writer's block.

Thus ends our "mandatory" public service announcement.

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"Did you see that, Boba?"

"What?"

"They were talking about the devil-spawn, in a holonews public service announcement!" "...um, Boba?"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY BREAD?"

"...Master...please...I can't breathe..."

And because I feel so bad and that was so short...
XIX. Surface

"Isn't it about time those strawpberries started developing their chooc-laat?" Bill whined, annoyed that he being taken away from his 'one true love' yet again so that he could go through The Process. They were currently on the lift down to level of Kashyyyk that contained the Craalganii's lair. Chaagaal crossed his arms and leaned against the side of the lift, quite bored with his company.

"The Klyyynaii set us back a bit," Fett explained. "Although, it wouldn't have been a problem if someone had done their job."

"I couldn't look at the eyes anymore...the ruby red eyes..."

Fett sighed. Once again, he begged for a reason he had to be stuck with this idiot. Why couldn't McDonald's employ curvaceous, busty, gorgeous Twi'lek females instead of their bony, irritating, and useless counterparts?

"Are we almost there, Chaagaal?" Boba turned to face him. "Chaagaal?" There was no Wookiee, only a flimsy with some strange characters. "Huh?"

"Shyriiwook."

"You can read Shyriiwook?"

"What did you think Mill and I were doing at that nightclub all those days?" he asked innocently.

"Uh..."

"It says, "Saw large beast. Must kill. Get warrior status and hot Wookiee babes. P.S. Turn lever towards...' I can't make out the rest. Ugh, his handwriting is horrible!"

"How can a Wookiee be a babe?" Fett cried.

"We've got bigger problems...the ground!" The lift was still plummeting, and the surface was getting closer...closer...

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"Neh..." Boba woke with a headache and what felt like bruied limbs. Had The Process really been that bad yesterday? He looked around. No, not The Process. He wasn't in his hut. But where...?

It all came back, groaning, he crawled out of the crashed lift and onto...the surface of Kashyyyk. The Wookiees regarded this place with awe and respect--it was incredibly dangerous. Only trained warriors ventured into the depths of Kashyyyk, and many did not come out alive.

"Although George managed to destroy the mystery with that lame battle that was over-hyped in RotS..." he muttered.

Sorry, the author couldn't help herself.

"Bill, wake up!" Boba groaned, kicking the yellowish lump and causing it to yelp.

"Huh? Woah...woah! We survived!" The Twi'lek jumped up and began huzzah-ing rather loudly. Boba clamped his hand over Bill's mouth.

"Shut--up!" he hissed. He looked out into the jungle. Something was stirring. He pulled his hand from Bill's mouth, wiping off the slobber and cursing silently, then reached slowly for his gun.

"Boba!" Bill whisper-whined. "What is it?"

"SHH!" Boba scanned the area in front of him. "I don't know," he barely breathed.

Well, sorry that took so long! Didn't mean for it to, but I've finally FINISHED this story on paper! Only three more chapters, dearies, three more chapters. And since I can't reply to reviews any more (they should really give us a say in this kind of thing – a poll, maybe?), you may be getting e-mails in response to your musings. How irritating. -.-