[General Woundwort]

Woundwort reclines in the chair of his office, watching the construction work on the interior of the Phong's Head on a bank of videoscreens lining the right-hand wall. The finishing touches are being put on. The work is almost done.

"And pretty much on time," he muses aloud between puffs of a cigar. "On our part. If only those guys on Malfador III were more prompt..." A sigh, followed by a long draw, and a puff of smoke. "Well, nothing to do now but wait..."

A sharp chime announces the arrival of the foreman droid. It walks into the office and clicks its heels.

"The Last design changes have been filed. One more shipment of decor and we're all set. Give it another 48 hours and she'll be ready to go."

"Excellent. Good work, lad. Good work."

"Oh, by the way... since things were winding down here, one of the Boss's other employees asked for a loan of some worker droids for a project back at the home cantina."

"Sure, why not? We've no further need for them here. Just out of curiosity, what project?"

"Well..."

Woundwort drops the cigar onto a large marble ashtray. "Okay, NOW what?"

The droid hesitates, then walks up to Woundwort and buzzes into his ear.

"Oh... my.... g..." Woundwort drops his head into his hands and sits motionless for a long time.

"Okay. When... IF... those droids get back, make sure they are thoroughly disinfected. GOT IT?"

"Yessir."

The foreman droid snaps to attention, and departs the office. Woundwort stares at the smouldering stub of his cigar.

"What in the world have I gotten myself into here...?"