|Boba: (thinking) I wonder how long I can pull of the illusion of not looking at Jabba.
Jabba: Boba... Boba!
Jabba: I can read your mind. I know that you ain't looking at me.
Boba: Oh, damn. I knew that even this helmit could not hide it.
Boba: Nothing, Jabba. Nothing at all
|Misty Skywalker of Durham, North Carolina||04/20/2006|