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"This is all your fault." 4-Lom said, swinging upside down by his feet.
"I hardly think this is the time for finger pointing." Zuckuss responded in a measured tone, also swinging upside down three feet away.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you have something more pressing to attend to? Because currently the only thing I have on my schedule is swinging by my feet waiting to die.", his only answer was the creak of the chains holding them up.
After a moment Zuckuss sighed, "Go ahead."
"I would like to discuss the major flaw in trying to collect a bounty on a jawa."
"And what would that be."
"Well, for starters, when you try to shove one in a bag," 4-Lom paused for dramatic effect " It tends to angry up the Jawa hive!" He yelled. "You were in change of recon for this mission, why didn't you plan for this!", 4-Lom was good and worked up, "Also why aren't you looking at me when I'm speaking to you?!"
"I'm not looking at you." Zuckuss answered, "Because I'm slowly spinning by my feet! By a chain! BEING SCOLDED BY AN IDIOT!"
A brooding silence followed while they both slowly spun.
"There, I'm facing you now, happy?" Zuckuss grumbled.
"I can't stand to look at you." 4-Lom retorted, jerking to spin away, slightly faster.
After more icy silence Zuckuss spoke up. "How do we get out of this?"
"Those little freaks took our weapons. Probably already scrapped them.", 4-Lom lamented.
After some more dangling in silence Zuckuss perked up. "I have an idea. "
"Am I going to like this idea?"
"Depends.", Zuckuss said, "How attached are you to your legs."
"I'm attached!", 4-Lom yelled "I am very attached to my legs!"
"No you fool! I meant, maybe you could separate from your legs, freeing your torso so you could ..."
"Do YOUR legs come off!?" 4-Lom interrupted
"Of course not! I'm not a robot!"
"Oooooh, I see how it is! Just because I'm a robot I don't need legs!"
"What?! No! What I meant was.." but before Zuckuss could explain the Jawas returned. Some of them carrying tools required to break down bots.
The Jawas turned their attention to 4-Lom, although neither of them understood the horrible noises the Jawas made it was clear, they were there for his legs.
"Zuckuss! Tell them! Tell them I need my legs!"
Just as Zuckuss was preparing to swing himself into as many Jawas as he could the door burst open.
In the doorway stood IG-88, with a blaster rifle in each of his out stretched hands, "Prepare for Jawa liquefaction.", he announced.
"Wait!", 4-Lom and Zuckuss yelled in unison, "Non-Lethal mode!"
"As you request.", in a blink he holstered his guns and with each arm he grabbed a jawa by the scuff of their coats and began slamming them into each other. The Jawas bounced around the room like over heated popcorn kernels, one bounced out the window.
"Oh, that one might be dead." Zuckuss lamented as IG-88 freed him from his chains.
"I'm so glad you are here, they were going to steal my legs!" 4-Lom said.
"I understand the importance of legs." IG-88 replied, "Are we ready for departure?"
"Not yet, we need to collect the jawa with the bounty on his head." Zuckuss answered while looking around the room of mostly unconscious creatures.
"Which Jawa is the subject of the bounty?" IG-88 asked. He received no reply. Zuckuss and 4-Lom exchanged uncertain looks.
"Um, that one?" 4-Lom said gesturing in the general direction of the Jawa pile.
IG-88 picked up the unconscious Jawa, placed him in a sack and handed him to Zuckuss.
"Job done." Zuckuss said.
"Probably?" Replied 4-Lom.
The End