CHAPTER 11

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"Who are we cashing him in to?"

I asked from the copilot's seat while Boba flew the ship.

"You won't like it."

I crossed my arms.

"Why not?"

"We're taking him to Jabba."

I scoffed.

"That's what he deserves! Nearly took off my arm, that utter beast!"

Boba turned to fully face me.

"So you're fine walking in there with me?"

"Well, I have one request."

He gestured for me to keep speaking.

"I want to paint my helmet or something. I don't want to be a clone of you."

"Clone, huh?"

He said the word as if it was some kind of inside joke.

"Alright, what colours do you want?"

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