Sorry Boss...!!! In that case.....
*Borrows potato peeler from bar...Starts giggling maniacaly*
Come here Jar-Jar..... You heard the man......!!!!
*Applys peeler to the Binks, peeling of his skin with the enthusiasm of 20
spud-peeling prisoners on anphetamines......Slowing down on the last leg to truly savour it...*
Now doesn't that feel better Jar-Jar....?
*Binks is to busy writhing in agony to reply*
*Puts manacles on Jar-Jar's ankles and hoists him with them connected to an elaborate set of pulleys above a large vat with a cover on it*
*Removes the vat's cover to reveal the tonne of salt that it is filled with*
Represent this, buddy boy.....disgust
*Lowers Binks slowly into the salt, his raw, exposed nerve endings exploding in to flames of pain as the salt soaks in....*
Jar Jar:"Iiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-arrrrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!!"
Now apologise for the Pit-stop droid slapstick in the Watto's shop...!!!
.......Apologise.......APOLOGIIIIIISEEEEE..... 😠
Binks: "Mesa sorryyyyyyyy....." 😱
Not good enough....... devil
*Pulls lever lowering the helpless mound of screaming flesh into the vat, and puts on the lid.....Leaving him in there 'til we either truly believe his sincerity...... Or he corrodes to death......* 🙂