The Medi-Oscars

“I’m taking Captain Solo, and his friends. You can either profit off this or be destroyed. It’s your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers,“ threatens Luke.

“Master Luke, you are standing on…” A desperate C-3PO tries to warn Luke, but is cut off by Jabba.

“Ha mongo,” the Hutt booms, unafraid. “Bargon wan chee kospah ol Jedi. Chone manya weesh asha beecho,” chuckles Jabba.

Reaching out to his side, Luke pulls the blaster off a nearby mercenary using the Force and points it directly at Jabba. Reacting quickly, Jabba yells, “Boschka!”

Before Luke can fire, one of the guards grabs his arm. The shot goes into the ceiling, and the floor gives way under them. Jabba cackles as Luke falls.

In the pit, Luke and the guard stumble onto the hard ground, disoriented. A gate on the other end of the chamber starts to open slowly.

The occupants of the palace crowd toward a grate that looks down into the pit.

Through the grate, C-3PO cries out, “Oh no, the rancor!”

Finally, the heavy gate opens all the way, and from the darkness beyond it, a hideous beast steps out.

“Welcome to my pit, friends,” says Irk. “I’ll get you some sparkling water.”