Scumble was shitefaced. He had had an amazing last 48 hours. A mysterious man with a Tapani accent had approached him with 50,000 credits on the condition he just re-located to the rim, seeing the sound fiscal sense in this, he agreed and had made the purchase of a clapped out YT-700 freighter and hit random coordinates in the navicomputer.. P19:000:000:849. He had also invested in a crock of different spices, and now as he glooped down glitterstim as he barrel-rolled around in deep space before moving back into the small cabin aboard. He had brought a couple of friends with him from the gym, a pair of young twi'lek bodybuilders who were keenly oiling eachothers muscles and pumping iron.
Naturally he joined in, commenting to them "Feel the burn bro!" as he lifted some of the weights they had brought with him. "We are such hardcore dudes!" the larger of the two bodybuilders said, while in the corner the larger twilek sat at the bench and picjked up his copy of Plate-o and began to read.
"We are going to get so many chicks!" Scumble bragged as he put on some R&B music and flexed his muscles infront of the mirror, attempting to stifle an erection at his own handsome musculature, ignoring any sensor warnings in the cockpit as he did so.
