Note 9
To my slave Anakin,
I thought I already told you that I can beat your mother if I want to. She is my property, just as you are.
I told you that you would race next month, not tomorrow. Uh….don't you have a concept of time? I can't have you race every time. Besides that, because you were sick, you are WAY behind on your work. You need to make it all up and get ahead on your work; otherwise I'm going to get behind again!
Now that farmer or Jedi…whatever he is…wants to enter you in the race tomorrow. He came to me and said that he acquired a pod in a game of chance…that it was the fastest ever built, and he wants you to race it for him. I guess he thinks that you can win the race and get the money to buy the part. I tell you, those outlanders know nothing! You're good…but you know that Sebulba will win…he always does. Of course…he did make a deal that I simply could not turn down…if you are willing to work EXTRA hard for me, and can somehow get ahead on your work while still being in the race tomorrow, I'll let you race for him. Promise me that you will get ahead….and even if you have to work all day (except for the race) AND ALL NIGHT TOMORROW, I will let your race. Deal?
You're "friends" as you call them are outlanders. They know nothing about life here. I don't think that they'll get out of here. Heh, heh, heh. You know what your friend did…he said that if YOU win, I get all the winnings minus the parts he needs…and if YOU lose, I get to keep their ship. It looks like the ship will be mine. I get a new ship! I can't wait! We'll sell it for a fortune. You're friend's a foolish one, methinks.
I know that you have asthma, slave, and I know that all the sand and dust blowing around sometimes makes it worse and makes you cough. That wasn't what I was referring to. Your mom told me you have been sick with some kind of lung infection. That was what I was trying to figure out.
Hmmm….well….it seems as if your friend's plan is to have you race for the part.
Your Master,
Watto