"Ho ho ho ho... Jewash awagan shoday om na aboyay," a deep baratone rang out from Liea's new master as he pulled her chain and dragged her back to his side. The port windows of his barge closed now that the show was over.
A nervous C3PO grudgingly translated. "Mistress Liea I'm dreadfully disappointed to tell you, Jabba read your mind and you filled him off what was about to happen. On dreadfully sorry. On dear, oh dear," 3PO resigned himself to watching guards March by with chunks of R2 and his still smouldering dome cap.
"Telepathic, that's why Luke couldn't use the force on you. You should read my mind now," Leia scowled at the immense slimey crime lord.
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