Ahhhhhhh di’kut…
The Duros laughed.
That captain.
That man.
What’d they say about hearty chuckles?
Die laughing, die in bloody bubbles.
Melodramatic Mandalorian.
Bleeding more of ‘em.
A Mandalorian expected this.
Expected a fist, not a kiss.
Mando’s got two fists.
They don’t miss.
“I did just ask.”
Black eye, no lie.
“I don’t ask twice.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“???”
Sony considered this.
Nodded, paced by desk.
Rubs his face, turns away.
Turns back, a hiss, grotesque.
Fat man.
“Ya know,” Sony begins.
“I been in this business a bit.”
Puffs some cigar smoke, sips gin.
“Lately, though, I’m, ahh, beginnin’ to think I came too late.”
A kind of a reflective shrug, guards budge, soon will give a hug.
Come on then, thugs. Come right up. Come and get yer uppercut.
“Ya know...came at the end.”
Sits on desk, blaster in the hand.
Still be dead. Will lose the hand.
“...And the best is over.”
Guards shift, don’t do much.
Soon to break the cuffs, Klutz.
“The best ain’t over until a Mandalorian sings.”
A Mandalorian sang to himself in the shower.
“Her voice, hammer and anvil, dying gasp rings.”
She would get no more, no less, come dead hour.
“I ain’t askin’ no more, di’kut. So tell me everything.”
“You ain’t gettin’ nothin’!”
The fat man takes a stand!
“And here’s anotha thing!”
Cigar between finger-rings.
“Don’t gimme those karkin’ Mando lights!”
Finger toward a black visor.
Fat man looks kinda mad.
His breathing gets faster.
A Mandalorian stands still in the middle of a room.
There are goons to kill, secrets to steal.
Lips to pry.
Peel.
Not with flensing knife, mind.
He needs the fat man alive.
For now, not for the night.
“The lights on my helm are off, King Kong.”
A Mandalorian tilts his head, looks mean.
“I got a pair o’ black wings guidin’ me…”
Breaks the chain, so quick and clean.
“And you’re just another dead dog.”
-POP!-POP!-POP!-
@Sicadorito
The Duros laughed.
That captain.
That man.
What’d they say about hearty chuckles?
Die laughing, die in bloody bubbles.
Melodramatic Mandalorian.
Bleeding more of ‘em.
A Mandalorian expected this.
Expected a fist, not a kiss.
Mando’s got two fists.
They don’t miss.
“I did just ask.”
Black eye, no lie.
“I don’t ask twice.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“???”
Sony considered this.
Nodded, paced by desk.
Rubs his face, turns away.
Turns back, a hiss, grotesque.
Fat man.
“Ya know,” Sony begins.
“I been in this business a bit.”
Puffs some cigar smoke, sips gin.
“Lately, though, I’m, ahh, beginnin’ to think I came too late.”
A kind of a reflective shrug, guards budge, soon will give a hug.
Come on then, thugs. Come right up. Come and get yer uppercut.
“Ya know...came at the end.”
Sits on desk, blaster in the hand.
Still be dead. Will lose the hand.
“...And the best is over.”
Guards shift, don’t do much.
Soon to break the cuffs, Klutz.
“The best ain’t over until a Mandalorian sings.”
A Mandalorian sang to himself in the shower.
“Her voice, hammer and anvil, dying gasp rings.”
She would get no more, no less, come dead hour.
“I ain’t askin’ no more, di’kut. So tell me everything.”
“You ain’t gettin’ nothin’!”
The fat man takes a stand!
“And here’s anotha thing!”
Cigar between finger-rings.
“Don’t gimme those karkin’ Mando lights!”
Finger toward a black visor.
Fat man looks kinda mad.
His breathing gets faster.
A Mandalorian stands still in the middle of a room.
There are goons to kill, secrets to steal.
Lips to pry.
Peel.
Not with flensing knife, mind.
He needs the fat man alive.
For now, not for the night.
“The lights on my helm are off, King Kong.”
A Mandalorian tilts his head, looks mean.
“I got a pair o’ black wings guidin’ me…”
Breaks the chain, so quick and clean.
“And you’re just another dead dog.”
-POP!-POP!-POP!-
@Sicadorito