“life just can’t get any better, can it?” he beamed to no one in particular. “i mean, seriously, i must be the luckiest man in carthay.” rocking on his heels, he began to realize that no one was really paying attention to his musings. “anyone want to ask why i’m brimming with joy?” flynn demanded, his voice raising to reach a broader audience who may not have heard before.
Jumba squinted at the bartender, utterly confused by this outburst from someone he’d previously gathered was a pretty apathetic human. “NO, I do not want to ask.” Jumba truly preferred the apathetic version. “Geez, what has gotten into you?”











