Ackmena answers phone:
helllooo! [pause]. No, this is not Wuher. [pause] What? He's currently engaged
in what he's usually engaged in at this hour, which is flying over canyons,
single-handedly. He doesn't even use a T-16! Such ostentatiousness! I know, amazing!
I must confess a certain... jealousy. These days I just have to trot into
Toschi Station for some power converters and I've put my hip out [puts phone down].
I hate talking on the phone. It's so time consuming and I only end up having to lie. I could be selling drinks, which is what I'm good at. Or singing, which I'm not so good at.
See that Ponda Baba? He couldn't live without his phone! Since his little altercation in this very bar where he got a little chopped up by some kid's sugar daddy, his missing arm keeps ringing him up and giving him the silent treatment. It wants them to get back together but Ponda's grown very independent since the split.
Anyhow Ponda still has his wanking arm and there's the usual festive fingering from Trinto and
Chaachi. Out in the open, and in broad daylight! Well let me tell you. Such
chutzpah! Times like these, I wish I was a fucking Jawa.
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