Space Cop and Taggert awoke roughly at the same time, and they both found themselves kneeling next to each other, hanging by their wrists via metal chains that went straight to the ceiling of the room that they were in. Their surroundings were plain and sterile, and the door ahead of them indicated that they were in some kind of prison cell. The only other occupant in the cell was the surviving Mandalorian that knocked them both out with his stun bolts.

"About time," the Mando said impatiently. "Now, the both of you, who are you, and what was that droid who was with you?"

Space Cop and Taggert looked at the Mando with a shared look of incredulity. "You mean you don't know?" Taggert asked.

"Well, I have the idea that you were associated with the droid that raped Boba Fett to death, obviously, but I want to know your names, to be exact," the Mando elaborated.

"And why should we give 'em to y-" Taggert started to ask.

"Well, my name is Space Cop, and this here is my friend, Simon Taggert," Space Cop interrupted in a polite manner.

Taggert glared at his human friend in anger.

"What?" Space Cop asked.

"Space Cop?" the Mando asked in disbelief. "Really? Is that the best you can come up with?"

"Well, my real name is actually-"

"Shut up, I don't care anymore," the Mando cut off.

"Okay," Space Cop said in defeat.

"And what was the designation of that droid in the docking bay?" the Mando asked.

"Don't-" Taggert tried to stop Space Cop from answering.

"Fuckbot Five Thousand," Space Cop answered.

Taggert growled. "Why are you giving him this information, Space Cop?"

"Because I don't want him to cut my balls off, that's why," Space Cop answered with more of an attitude.

"He didn't say anything about that," Taggert pointed out.

"He doesn't have to," Space Cop countered. "I could just tell from him."

"Well, actually, I was going to threaten to simply murder the both of you if you didn't cooperate," the Mando chimed in, "but, hey, whatever makes you talk."

"Oh," Space Cop muttered with the realization of his stupidity in this situation.

"But, now that I have what I need from the two of you, I could just kill you, right here, right now, anyway," the Mando said as he slid his hand along the handle of his holstered blaster.

"So what's stopping you?" Space Cop asked.

"I like to hear my victims beg first," the Mando answered. "And sometimes, they can make some compelling cases that have actually made me spare their lives."

"Really?" Space Cop answered.

The Mando nodded with a malevolent grin. "So, Space Cop, tell me, in two sentences or less, why I should let you, and you alone, live."

"Well, stranding us on some backwater planet will do," Space Cop said.

"What?" Taggert asked.

"Hmm," the Mando said. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"I was never really good at doing essays," Space Cop replied in a genuine tone.

The Mando turned his attention to Taggert. "And you?"

The gorilla man opened his mouth to talk, only to find himself speechless. "Fuck it, I'm throwing in with him." He nodded his head to Space Cop.

The Mando smiled again. "Stranding you both on a backwater planet, you say? Hmm..." He put his hand up to his chin in contemplation.

After a moment, he said, "That sounds fun."

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A few hours later, Badda Snasniss set his transport down onto the surface of Tatooine, several miles from Mos Eisley.

After the boarding ramp was lowered, Taggert was the first to be thrown out, with his hands restrained at his back via stun-cuffs, as Snasniss shoved him down the ramp and onto the hot sandy ground. The gorilla man landed prone there, and two seconds later, just as he was about to get up, Space Cop, also stun-cuffed, landed right on top of him, driving Taggert back against the ground.

"Here's the key," Snasniss called from the top of the ramp before he threw the key to the stun-cuffs a little ahead of Space Cop and Taggert. Then, without anymore words, the Mando turned back, closed up the ramp, and began returning to the cockpit of the transport.

Meanwhile, Taggert managed to roll Space Cop off of him, stood up, and began wading toward the key. By the time he arrived at the key, the transport had already made its ascent and rocketed for the bright Tatooine skies above.

It wasn't long before Taggert managed to unlock the cuffs with the key that he held with his bound hands, and then he promptly did the same for Space Cop.

After the latter managed to push himself to his feet, the human took one look at his surroundings and said, with a sigh, "We seem to be made to suffer. It's our lot in life."

"Okay, that reference, I got, and it's a bit more fitting here, but we really gotta find out where Mos Eisley is around here," Taggert said.

"Wait, how do you know he dropped us off anywhere near Mos Eisley?" Space Cop asked.

Taggert looked at Space Cop as if he just asked a question that was already answered, which was exactly the case here. "Because he told us. You know, before he dropped us off. Weren't you paying attention?"

"It's more than enough that I have to pay my taxes, now I gotta pay attention?" Space Cop complained.

"We don't pay taxes here," Taggert pointed out.

"We don't?" Space Cop asked. "Oh, good. So what was it you were saying?"

Taggert shook his head in irritation. "Are you ever at least consistent with your stupidity?"

"Banana."

Taggert shook his head again, but just stopped from saying anything this time. "Never mind. Let's just go."

"Alright," Space Cop said before turning away and heading off.

"Where are you going?" Taggert asked.

"Mos Eisley," Space Cop answered, as if it were obvious.

"The Mandalorian just said it's that way," Taggert replied as he pointed in the exact opposite direction.

"Well, then, let's just agree to disagree," Space Cop said before turning back and resuming his walk.

"Fine, go and die in the desert, see if I care," Taggert said before turning back and heading away.

A little while later, Space Cop stopped, turned back the other way, and began running toward the direction Taggert had headed.

"Realize I was right?" Taggert asked once the human caught up to him.

"No, no, I just realized, we're breaking up like See-Threepio and Artoo-Detoo, aren't we?" Space Cop pointed out.

"Yep," Taggert replied sardonically.

"Okay, I'll be ready for the Jawas," Space Cop said before turning back to retrace his own steps. "Later."

"Fucking idiot," Taggert muttered with a shake of his head.