Everyone turns again at the squeaking of the bars doors. There stands Darth Daddy, looking like he is about to rip someones head off. He moves toward the bar, as not a single sound can be heard in the place. Lifting his head to the bartender...lifts his arm straight out to the bar and drops a cloth bag. A smile slowly comes over his face,"I'VE HIT THE JACK POT FELLOWS, CALLED FIRST THRU THIRD IN THE LAST POD RACE, DRINKS ARE ON ME"!!!