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 he kicked a stray donut. Roast it well with cajun sauce! A hand swatted a fly. He spotted a sign at the corner of the city block: ‘Red’s Roads’.
“The hell’s that even mean?” Taco asked the daylight. It did not respond. He had not expected it to. Sure, he knew some things that the average person did not know, such as how to move things with his mind and stuff, but Red’s Roads was lost on him. Like...follow the red brick road or some shit?
“You an idiot?” A voice came out of nowhere.
Taco looked up at the burly Bothan who stood before him. “Huh?”
“The light says ‘Pedestrians Cross’, you moron. Unless you want to get run over you’d best cross.”
Taco looked left, looked right, realized he was in the middle of a street and hastened across. Red’s Roads waited for him. He stuck his tongue out at the Bothan’s back and entered. His earphones came out. He was rather surprised to realize that the store’s music was playing the exact same song. Great brains...think the same? He was pretty sure that was how the saying went.
“Can I help you with anything, sir?” A Human spoke from out of nowhere. He wore a red waistcoat that appeared to be the uniform of the suckers who worked in this tech shop.
“Yeah…” Taco sniffed. “...You can point me to the nearest restroom. I gotta piss.”
The employee cleared his throat. “Right over there, sir.”
Taco shrugged, brushed passed the dork and made his way to the restroom while swiping a datapad into his hoodie. It, after all, had just been sitting lonely on the shelf so hey. Taco was not the kind of Twi'lek to chicken out from a bit of a borrow, hey?
“The hell’s that even mean?” Taco asked the daylight. It did not respond. He had not expected it to. Sure, he knew some things that the average person did not know, such as how to move things with his mind and stuff, but Red’s Roads was lost on him. Like...follow the red brick road or some shit?
“You an idiot?” A voice came out of nowhere.
Taco looked up at the burly Bothan who stood before him. “Huh?”
“The light says ‘Pedestrians Cross’, you moron. Unless you want to get run over you’d best cross.”
Taco looked left, looked right, realized he was in the middle of a street and hastened across. Red’s Roads waited for him. He stuck his tongue out at the Bothan’s back and entered. His earphones came out. He was rather surprised to realize that the store’s music was playing the exact same song. Great brains...think the same? He was pretty sure that was how the saying went.
“Can I help you with anything, sir?” A Human spoke from out of nowhere. He wore a red waistcoat that appeared to be the uniform of the suckers who worked in this tech shop.
“Yeah…” Taco sniffed. “...You can point me to the nearest restroom. I gotta piss.”
The employee cleared his throat. “Right over there, sir.”
Taco shrugged, brushed passed the dork and made his way to the restroom while swiping a datapad into his hoodie. It, after all, had just been sitting lonely on the shelf so hey. Taco was not the kind of Twi'lek to chicken out from a bit of a borrow, hey?