General Lemonlime was perhaps one of the greatest generals to ever exist and lead the Empire, and of course, he was one of few who answered to Verdura, only.
He had killed many, many men, but he unfortunately failed to capture...
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOB SOLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Lemonlime yelled one day.
"What's the matter, General?" Asked a kiwi.
"I can never catch that Bob Solo guy!" Lemonlime exclaimed. "It's like he's always one step ahead of me!"
"Well, he does have that rug lookin' fella with him!" Another kiwi said.
"Who cares about that guy!?" Lemonlime said. "SOLO here is the bigger prize!"
"Sir!" A third kiwi said. "I've just received word that he's goin' after some bounty by that big fat guy, what's his face!"
"A bounty, you say..." Lemonlime said.
The lemon pressed a button on his desk, which opened up a large table with wine and breadsticks. The kiwi was confused why he would put up such things, but he still went along with it.
"Now tell me, where is he gonna strike next?"
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"Sana, honey..." Bob said later that same day as they all sat around the dining room table, enjoying their pizza. "Me and Chewie are gonna have to leave tomorrow. The news about the bounty just came in!"
"Oh, that's just fine." Sana said. "What's it for?"
"It's kinda...uh..." Bob tried to come up with the right description. "Classified. Yeah, to me and Chewie."
"Cool, cool..." Sana said. "Well, whatever it is, good luck..."