You Jabba will be the last to die and I assure you like so many of your victims, I will teach you a new definition of pain and suffering."Jabba was fu...ious as he watched Demus grab Oola by the elbow as he made his way to the lower gate. Not heeding the Dark Lord's warning he immediately ordered his men to kill the insufferable intruder. It would prove to be the last mistake of his life.Jabba could hear the firefight below and the screams of his own men as they died, some begging for the very. "You're actually hearing me trying not to do that. I really work on, well, trying to say things in a way most people can understand. Sometimes the perfect word jumps into my mind and out of my mouth." I'm not complaining. It's just surprising to hear sometimes: visceral, disingenuous. Anyway, I wanted to know if we could give this another try. I promise not to go crazy again."He had a soothing voice. He was either well-practiced or sincere, and he clearly was not well-practiced."It wasn't. Shayad nitish samjh gya ki mein kya samjh rhi hu or isliye usne bina kuch bole apna right hand agge badaya or mere boobs ki or le aya. Mere mann me chor a gya tha or meine usse kuch nhi bola. Uske hath mere cleavage ki taraf aye or uske nails ne mere boobs ki skin to touch kia. Mere tan badan mein agg lag gai thi pr jabhi usne mere cleavage pr giri popcorn uthai or kha li. Mein shock ho gai or wo haste hue bola ki ab to ye or tasty lag rhi hai. Mein thoda sharmai or kaha tum bohot badmash ho. She’s definitely going to cook something special. “You don’t have to do that,” you tell her as you point at the groceries. “Yes I do. I’ve been terrible to you,” she answers as she walks straight into the kitchen and gets something from the fridge. “Go watch some TV,” she says as she shows you your favourite drink in her hand and grabs a glass. “I know there’s football on, I’ve already put the right channel on.” “If you want to apologize, then talk to me. Don’t treat me like some sort of.