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Felucia was never a place many would go to for anything resembling leisure, but there were a few cantina's and bars dotted around the sparsely populated cities and spaceports, as there always were. The bugs were swarming, the sun was beating down and the humidity was sweltering. Everyone seemed to be dressed lightly, the local thuggery enjoying themselves in this particular cantina, the Jungle Fever, were all being quite civil all things considered, though they all stank and were sweating like a Gamorean on a bad day.
And yet, one particular man seemed nonplussed by the heat, the prevalent insects and the sweltering humidity. Ol' Bob Abbotangelo was laughing boisterously as he regaled the entire cantina - whether they had been listening or not - about his younger years as a soldier.
"So there he is, lying on the ground both arms blown off, and this man growls to me, 'Hand me my knife.' And so I do! I flip the ruined blade over and hold it out to him, and you know what he does? He takes it in his mouth and charges again!" The Abbot laughs, downs one of the mugs of miscellaneous alcohol placed in front of him and slams it down before yelling loudly "A toast! To my late great friend, Johnny Two Hands!" And with that, he picks up another mug and slams it back as well, looking like the toxic substance doesn't even affect him while the rest of the enraptured audience all made their own toasts.
@Pyrenees
And yet, one particular man seemed nonplussed by the heat, the prevalent insects and the sweltering humidity. Ol' Bob Abbotangelo was laughing boisterously as he regaled the entire cantina - whether they had been listening or not - about his younger years as a soldier.
"So there he is, lying on the ground both arms blown off, and this man growls to me, 'Hand me my knife.' And so I do! I flip the ruined blade over and hold it out to him, and you know what he does? He takes it in his mouth and charges again!" The Abbot laughs, downs one of the mugs of miscellaneous alcohol placed in front of him and slams it down before yelling loudly "A toast! To my late great friend, Johnny Two Hands!" And with that, he picks up another mug and slams it back as well, looking like the toxic substance doesn't even affect him while the rest of the enraptured audience all made their own toasts.
@Pyrenees