"Hey, is my bike ready yet?"
"Let's see" Yells behind him, "Is Mr Grievous's bike ready yet Hanack?"
"No, tell him to come back tomorrow."
"I'm sorry it isn't ready, come back tomorrow."
I lost my temper, I grabbed him by his collar;
"Now you listen, it has taken three times longer already, now you give it back or I'll give you to Hanack in a box."
"ARGHH, HANACK - GIVE - GRIEVOUS - HIS - BIKE - NOW"
It was wheeled out and placed before me.
"As you can see we still have a lot of work to do on it." Hanack explained. "Now can you please stop killing my brother, he's the cheapest labour I've found in 20 years!"
Looking at my bike, or what was left of it, pushed me over the edge; it was one thing for them to do nothing, but it is completely another for them to take parts from it!
Their shop was left in ruins and they hobbled away.
Now I'm on my way to Coruscant for my new assignment after my repair is repaired by "Land Vehicles Repair Shop".
If you weren't 20% alien 80% droid, would you have 4 arms? Do you like cheese or cereal better?
I wouldn't have 4 arms and I can't eat now but I used to like cheese better.
Happy Mask Saleswoman:
How many wheel bikes have you broken now?
Are they really expensive?
No, I normally find them and commandeer them.
How come the battle droids aren't polite to you too?
Because the Trade Federation wanted to make sure that they gave me the worst living experience.
How many of your Neimoidian comrades have you killed so far?
So many I've lost count.
Can you swim?
Not in the normal sense.
Do you ever actually mirthfully laugh anymore?
Yes, but only in private though.
Where do you go for repairs?
Geonosis, the best repair place in the Galaxy *wink*
How many questions can I ask before you and everybody else with Star Wars blogs start to hate me?
Keep them coming.