Caption Contest #11

Woah.. Those deathsticks go straight to my head!

What a headache... screaming fans, poster signings, Fett action figures... There goes my status of being an "undercover" hunter. Now I'll probably have to sign an autograph before killing a person.

Wait, wasn't my car here this morning??

It wasn't long before Boba Fett started experiencing the horrible side effects of a strange disease called Dreamphobia.

I picked a hell of a day to quit drinking.

Sell me as Scrap?!?
SELL ME AS SCRAP?!?!
I'm BOBA FETT, not scrap!!!!

Cingular - the fewest dropped calls of any network.

Where am I? WHO am I?

Whoa, did anyone get the number of that bus? Or was that a sarlaac? Hard to tell..

wow maybe if I stop drinking late at night I won't find myself in odd places. wait, what's that!