“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 traffic in unison.
To be fair, there wasn’t much of a crash to be had. It would be a miracle if a taco ever connected with a vehicle, something like one in a 54354645690845844’th of a chance or whatever Mr. Kachihawachi said or whatever his name was or something whatever Taco didn’t much pay attention in class hi.
“HM’WHAT?” Ferret barked.
“Huh?” Taco responded.
“You said hi?”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
“Whatever let’s just finish this last batch of tacos ‘cause DANG I’m hungry.”
So, as the two teenagers dangled their legs off the side of the bridge that faced leagues and leagues of Coruscant traffic, they tossed their tacos like there was nothing else to do. All the while, something pressing, pointed and philosophical plagued Taco’s mind… Couldn’t we just eat the tacos?