Boba Fett flew downward toward a culvert in the landscape of Tattoine. He reverse thrusted his jetpack to land safely on his two feet and surveyed the horizon.
A caravan of Jawas dotted his line of vision. Likely just on a trade route as always. They were at least a half-mile away.
Remnants of their flotsam was evident below his feet. Crushed pottery, burnt sticks from food preperation, a few scattered swatches of Bantha wool. But wait! -what's this?!
Boba reached down and tugged a small plastic bottle from its burial in a footprint.
It's JAWANESE SPICEMILK!
What luck it was not to have to haggle the little runts for it, and FREE!
Boba raised the vizor from his helmet and excitedly pulled his vapor delivery device from his holster. Taking off the cap from the bottle and dripping two drops on his now exposed hot dog, he cooed with pleasure. With the drip tip in his mouth like a true desperado, he alternated vaping the saffron-like strains of ejuice with his atomizer sparking like a firework, and baptising his rugged man-mushroom with the viscous oily stuff.
Once his schlubb was fully lubricated, Boba gently traced the exposed atomizer down the shaft of his weeniepeen.
"God, how I DO SO LOVE me some Jawanese spicemilk!", he gushed.
It was just at that moment Lord Vader, who was scheduled to meet with him regarding some official Empire intelligence on Han Solo's recent activities, rounded the hillside blindspot nearest to him and discovered Boba Fett en flagrante delicto ridiculoso.
"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!", Vader's voice echoed through the canyon.
A caravan of Jawas dotted his line of vision. Likely just on a trade route as always. They were at least a half-mile away.
Remnants of their flotsam was evident below his feet. Crushed pottery, burnt sticks from food preperation, a few scattered swatches of Bantha wool. But wait! -what's this?!
Boba reached down and tugged a small plastic bottle from its burial in a footprint.
It's JAWANESE SPICEMILK!
What luck it was not to have to haggle the little runts for it, and FREE!
Boba raised the vizor from his helmet and excitedly pulled his vapor delivery device from his holster. Taking off the cap from the bottle and dripping two drops on his now exposed hot dog, he cooed with pleasure. With the drip tip in his mouth like a true desperado, he alternated vaping the saffron-like strains of ejuice with his atomizer sparking like a firework, and baptising his rugged man-mushroom with the viscous oily stuff.
Once his schlubb was fully lubricated, Boba gently traced the exposed atomizer down the shaft of his weeniepeen.
"God, how I DO SO LOVE me some Jawanese spicemilk!", he gushed.
It was just at that moment Lord Vader, who was scheduled to meet with him regarding some official Empire intelligence on Han Solo's recent activities, rounded the hillside blindspot nearest to him and discovered Boba Fett en flagrante delicto ridiculoso.
"Nooooooooo!!!!!!!", Vader's voice echoed through the canyon.
