Dazed and confused, yet another part of Boba Fett's career.
*slosh slosh* Great, I got water in my helmet at the pool... *slosh slosh*
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.
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