09-14-2023, 05:21 PM
*Had Danster the Gangster been paying closer attention, he might have noticed that a dusty lump on a stool, leaning against the bar, was in fact a certain Jedi who, once upon a time, had been well known around these parts.*
*In a cloud of dust, General Ceel coughed, creaked, and moaned as he began to stir. It was almost as if he had been there the entire time, locked in suspended animation, awaiting the resurrection of his favorite haunt.*
*The buzz and hum of the neon sign doing its best to declare Shmi's Diner 'open,' again had roused him.*
*He coughed, and then croaked...*
"Wha...what... Somebody get me a scotch. And didn't I under crab cakes?"
*The Gungan's stomach growled, as if he'd ordered those crack cakes years ago, and had simply dozed off while awaiting delivery....*
*In a cloud of dust, General Ceel coughed, creaked, and moaned as he began to stir. It was almost as if he had been there the entire time, locked in suspended animation, awaiting the resurrection of his favorite haunt.*
*The buzz and hum of the neon sign doing its best to declare Shmi's Diner 'open,' again had roused him.*
*He coughed, and then croaked...*
"Wha...what... Somebody get me a scotch. And didn't I under crab cakes?"
*The Gungan's stomach growled, as if he'd ordered those crack cakes years ago, and had simply dozed off while awaiting delivery....*