I grimaced. “Get a breath mint.”
“Looky! The Jedee is waking up! Hello, girly,” the breaths on me.
Looking him over, and there was a lot to look over, I glared. He was huge, and he wore overalls. Odd for a Hutt, me thinks. Little hands waved a beer can around, it splashed me.
“Watch it, slug,” I shouted.
The Hutt snorted and burped. “Be nice, Jedee, or I’ll make your little pal disappear.”
I heard them drag little Ani in. He was screaming and kicking. I struggled to turn and look at him. He looked sacred to death.
“I’m sorry, DJ!” he cried.
I winked at him. “It’s ok. Just chill out.”
He nodded really slowly. I turned back to Jaba. “This not a good idea, Hutt.”
A snort. “Yeah, yeah, I know, you gots powerful friends, I will regreat this, blablabla. Heard it before you know.”
I smiled sarcastically. “What do want from me anyway?”
“Girly, I want you to waer tiny clothes and dance! For me. Right here,” he says.
“I don’t dance.”
He leans in and his tongue flops in the air. “You will or I’ll eat the boy.”
Jaba smiles. “I’ll BBQ him and eat him with a baked potato.”
I heard Anakin gurgle. Did I think he would do it? Yeah, I did. Something about BBQ made me think of Vader on Mustafar. So not cool. Not a mental image I want.
“Send Anakin home and I’ll stay,” I said.
“Heck no! Little twerp is my insurance policy. He stays, you dance, I’m happy, everyone lives.”
This was not good.