Why must the day we replace the Falcon's power converters the day I blow a fuse on my hand?!
Of course, it happened while we were lugging all the tools onto the Falcon.
Han got mad because it startled me when sparks shot out of my wrist, and the tool box fell on his foot.
Personally, I found that kinda annoying.
Anyway, I was stuck in the hospital for two hours while they replaced the joints.
I was bored.
However, when I went to sleep, Dad was there, laughing his head off.
My family is weird.
Leia agrees about this. She's standing here, reading it over my shoulder again.
Han says he's glad he's not a Skywalker. He said having a evil, genocidal Sith Lord for a father and only one hand would put a little too much pressure on his life.
Han walked in the room just now.
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After the Empire
FanfictionWell, my life is screwy. After the Empire fell, let's just say my life improved slightly. Never was great to begin with. I miss those innocent days of childhood on Tatooine....