Goddamn Mitch is jamming with these cats? I knew he was stepping out on Thursday nights, but he said it was just to get his helmet polished. Wait, maybe he meant…. there is a sexy brunette swaying around side stage…. fucking Mitch! That sly dog. Far, far out. That droid could stand to loosen up a bit on the upright though. Wonder what he’s got jammed up his ass? Wookie’s got a nice swing going on the ivories. Sounds like that kid on the drums is doing a bit of beatboxing too. Cool little Pharrell/Herbie Hancock thing happening there. I dig. Man, these martinis are just sliding down the ol’ respirator! Better cool it for a bit, or i’ll have to rustle up old man Tarkin for a flight home. Can i get some fucking peanuts around here? Boba H. Fett. I wonder if i can force Mitch to fuck up from here…. see what i’ve got left in the tank…. damn, he’s staying on point! What a trooper.
