XX. A-Hunting We Shall Go (And Bill's Epiphany)
A great squawking rose from the depths of the jungle and Bill began a-quaking in his boots. Boba grabbed the Twi'lek's arm and dragged him toward the sound.
"What are you doing?" Bill squealed, trying to wrench his arm away. Boba spun him around and glared as hard as he could, taking on a menacing pose.
"Hunting." He threw the alien to the ground and disappeared into the trees, lightly treading and ever ready with his gun. Bill sat in shock for a few seconds, then quickly jumped to his feet.
"Don't leave me, Boba!" He scurried after his master.
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Shuffle.
Shuffle.
Rustle.
Crunch.
"HEY!"
"Be silent!" Boba hissed, turning swiftly back toward his prey, missing the face that Bill made at him. The Twi'lek touched his newly bruised head, just slapped by an armor-clad hand. He really takes the title of Bounty Hunter seriously, he thought to himself, watching Fett glanced around, listening, intent as any predatory beast. Bill rather thought that Fett was acting a bit of an idiot, but then, Bill was a (large) bit of an idiot, and therefore his insights should not be trusted.
Bill bit his lip in an attempt to stop himself from asking what his master would call a stupid question and would surely result in another bruise. But...he was a little freaked out. Bill was certain they would die down here, in the depths of the jungle, and his thoughts drifted to Mill. His darling Mill, who brought a smile to his face, with her silly attempts at evil and her mastery of making him beg for her attentions. Although she taunted him he knew she loved him and often enjoyed her girlish teasing. The days he and Fett spent down here before their certain doom would be awful and hellish without his love by his side. A single tear rolled down Bill's cheek, and in that moment he knew what it truly meant to live.
Then he tripped over a large root and fell to the ground squealing, only to be kicked in the rear by an utterly irritated Fett. His epiphany was gone and he once again knew only what it truly meant to be an enormous git.
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