clickbait: HAIRLESS TAUNTAUN WANDERS AWAY FROM HANDLER, ACQUIRES TEETH AND A REALLY BAD ATTITUDE
“Continue to insult me and we’ll see just how bad my attitude can get.”
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clickbait: HAIRLESS TAUNTAUN WANDERS AWAY FROM HANDLER, ACQUIRES TEETH AND A REALLY BAD ATTITUDE
“Continue to insult me and we’ll see just how bad my attitude can get.”
"Love those toenails, by the way."
“Unless you can find a shoe that will cover my feet, I don’t want to hear another word about them.”
@jawajerk
Pets the Jawa.
[Me: Vittak would totally give Kjat head scratches too though, like just to pacify him @jawajerk: Yeah but that doesn’t mean she’s allowed though]
Hey, a word of advice? Don't mess with that green twi'lek, boss. Two words: puffy vagina.
He stares at the jawa, unsure of how to respond. What is that supposed to mean? Is it even something bad?
…And a better question is, how did Kjat find out about it?
@jawajerk
Holy shit. Holy shit.
There was no mistaking that cool costume, that suave attitude, that impeccable aesthetic that marked the arrival of the Crimson Corsair. The Crimson Corsair. The Bloody-goddamn-Buccaneer. The scourge of the Outer Rim, and someone whose exploits Kjat had been following for quite some time.
Alright, buddy, alright. Just play it cool. Nice and easy… No need to embarrass yourself.
“ You’re– You’re the Crimson Corsair! I mean– holy poodoo on a platter! ”
So much for not embarrassing himself.
A rare chuckle escaped him, the sound a little distorted. The Corsair appreciated the jawa’s enthusiasm. He did not make a habit of boasting about his own feats, but meeting someone who seemed to enjoy the tales about them was pleasant. Especially when that someone was a person he had taken an interest in.
The gray robes had marked him as different when he had first spotted him, but the use of a translator —which was spouting off some rather colorful Basic before—caught his attention. Jawas did not usually bother with that sort of tech, content to rely on their trade language instead. Better ease of communication might have opened up many more opportunities for the little man.
The captain had a feeling that he was dealing with more than a petty thief.
“That, I am,” he replied, holding out a gloved hand to more properly greet the other with a shake. “Discuss business with me, over a drink?”
In a galaxy somewhere, far, far away-- A bunch of assholes are standing in a circle doing a little bit of good and a little bit of bad.
@nofalternofailure @beastlybountyhunter @mmmisfortune @jawajerk @imperiumoutcast
@jawajerk answered:
“ Hey, hey, easy! Ain’t like I’m strippin’ you down for spare parts– I’m just a little curious, is all. Who made you, huh? And who made you so mouthy, for that matter? ”
“--I’m mouthy?! You just tried to uncover my control panel and I’m ‘mouthy’. You are inordinately short to be calling me names, organic.”