“Congratulations, Threepio, you’ve managed to insult the High Mugwump of Festerford,” Han said with a straight face. His old pal Mugsy winked (real subtle, but he used three of his five eyes to do it, and Threepio clearly wasn’t up on Glandolan body language conventions any more than he was on sarcasm, despite all of Han’s lessons). “But my programming says ‘The Flatulent’ is an honorific!” protested Threepio. “Dunno about that, but it’s certainly accurate,” laughed Han. Mugsy lived up to his honorific and followed it up with a belched comment that Han didn’t quite catch. Fortunately, he did catch Threepio when the droid stumbled backward. “I most certainly cannot tell Master Solo *that*!” “It takes one to know one,” Han shot back with a grin. Who needed a translator, anyway?
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His old pal Mugsy winked (real subtle, but he used three of his five eyes to do it, and Threepio clearly wasn’t up on Glandolan body language conventions any more than he was on sarcasm, despite all of Han’s lessons).
“But my programming says ‘The Flatulent’ is an honorific!” protested Threepio.
“Dunno about that, but it’s certainly accurate,” laughed Han.
Mugsy lived up to his honorific and followed it up with a belched comment that Han didn’t quite catch. Fortunately, he did catch Threepio when the droid stumbled backward.
“I most certainly cannot tell Master Solo *that*!”
“It takes one to know one,” Han shot back with a grin. Who needed a translator, anyway?