Han, my boy, you disappoint me. Why haven’t you paid me? And why did you fry poor Greedo?
Han, Han, I can’t make exceptions. What if everyone who smuggled for me dropped their cargo at the first sign of an Imperial Starship?
Ok, fifteen percent. But if you fail me again, I’ll put a price on your head so big you won’t be able to go near a civilized system.
Han, my boy, you disappoint me.
Your mind powers will not work on me boy.
Get more Jabba at jabba-cat.tumblr.com