Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
"You're rebels," suddenly realizes the besalisk -- even though it's marbling stupid of him not to see it before. "And nawt too sawtle about recruitment either..." His lips curl with (distaste? thought?) and then he shrugs muscular shoulders while simultaneously lighting another one of his salty-smelling pink stubs AND handing the loot over to his droid (who snaps it up and secures it in an externaly mounted container of metal mesh). Sloor points the stub in Mack's general direction: "I'm nawt your servant, blondy: *You* take care awf your awn frecking prisoner. *I* heard talk of credits, saw *I'll* listen taw the princess talk. All bets are awf from there..... You hearing that, Sra?" That last being directed at Mir.
He's still far from happy with the situation - Freck, the frecsing *Empire*! - but at least he's not dealing with the *entirely* insane. Sloor wedges the stub into the left corner of his mouth and dares to think there might actually be a way to come out on top of this one... or at least will all of his parts attached.
He's still far from happy with the situation - Freck, the frecsing *Empire*! - but at least he's not dealing with the *entirely* insane. Sloor wedges the stub into the left corner of his mouth and dares to think there might actually be a way to come out on top of this one... or at least will all of his parts attached.