So there we were, Luke and Han and I, just chillin at the Hilton, relieved to have filled the tank in a galaxy far, far away rather than Springfield. We had no idea that Boba Fett had stowed away and was now sneaking up behind us. Fortunately, the ghost of Obi Wan Jedi-mind-tricked him into playing bass.
The ghost of Obi Wan's spell-casting didn't end there. Here he is persuading a wayward protocol droid to back off.
Success!
Then we learned that it's true your hair keeps growing after you're dead. Poor Ghost of Obi Wan. We doubted he'd hook up looking like that.
Happily, a Klingon stopped by.
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