“H-Hey, st-stop that, m-mister person-guy!” The Twi’lek begged, as any sixteen-year-old Twi'lek might, hey?
“You’re a bit of a bitch, huh?” The leader of the Terks taunted.
There they were, a Twi’lek and a Togruta, staring each other down down an alley on Coruscant. It was dark, it was night...
“TAKE THAT, YA GEEZER-SKEEZER!” Taco cheered as he threw his taco at the passing vehicle.
“The hell is a geezer-skeezer, dude?” Ferret asked. The Nautolan had a point.
“It’s...a…” Taco scratched his head. “...A geezer...skeezer?”
Both boys blinked. Then they threw tacos down at the Coruscant...
Taco was strolling along the thoroughfare on his lonesome with his headphones jacked into his ears. He didn’t recognize the song as he was tuned into a random station playing whatever came across the wave. This selective song was honestly rather wacko but whatever. Chicken bone? Taco thought as...