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"Unfortunate," Fez said, smoothing the fabric of his fez. "Now I have to add the cleaning bill for my hat to your debt."

Fez drew his weapon then—a heavy, sawed-off blaster pistol that looked like it had been carved from a starship engine. He fired twice from the hip. The second and third pirates slammed back against the bar, bottles of Fermented Klatooine spirits shattering around them. fez matsiki