*dials Imperial Platina Card services*
What was that? ...
Not known in your files? ...
But please check again. It's very complicated number, I doubt he made it up by himself: 123456789....
No?...
Okay, so what shall I do now?....
What?...
*looks up, sees two squads of Stormtroopers barging in, handcuffing RC and moving him off*
Okay, wow, you guys are fast.... 😂
Hey, aren't you guys a little short for stormtroopers. Wait a minute....How let these ewoks in the bar?
Queeq, I think you might have some explaining to do. Do you know the quarentine laws on this planet. You certainly haven't been here long enough to have the guys in 9 months quarentine.
I can assure you that MY credit rating is one of the finest in the universe.
Ush, I think queeq may want to discuss his little security breach with you.
*Picks car up of table*
I'll consider my tab clear now thankyou.
*Walks back in, whistling a happy tune.*
Queeq, my friends at the Imperial Information Office were very interested to hear about youn plans for supplying Illegal Squik to the locals. The also wanted you to know that they will be investigating a spate of highly irregulat attacks on the populace by 2 foot, furry assassins.
Hmmm, no more Tab. I like this.
Well, there's still the little thing with his tab. But I keep it safely with me, I can use it as calateral with the Empire when I want to expand.
And RC, don't try to frighten us with your stirring ways. Vader, Palpy and Xizor are regulars in the private chambers of this establishment. I am now the most powerful bartender in the universe. I suggest you remember that. 😈