Exploding Poohsticks

"Right," said Chewbacca. "Jack. And what brings you here, besides the blue drinks and the attractive Wookiees?"

"Well, I wouldn't need any more reason than that," said Jack, "but you know, I have these friends," he waved towards the other two humans, "and they like to travel around and get into other people's business."

Chewbacca tensed. "How into other people's business?"

"Oh, they won't do anything unless you're in trouble. Or getting someone else in trouble. Or if you look like you're going to get into trouble or get someone else in trouble." Jack sighed. "So, if you're in the business of getting people in trouble--maybe put it on hold until you don't see us around anymore?"

Chewbacca thought about this. "Han doesn't like people who stick their noses into other people's business," he said finally.

Jack gave him a quick, penetrating look. "Oh yeah? And what do you think?"

"He's the captain," said Chewbacca.

Jack leaned onto the bar, looked down into his drink. "Right. I know how that works. Get caught up in something, meet this guy, suddenly you're flying around with him in his ship, doing what he does, except whoops, by the way, he's fucking crazy."

Chewbacca couldn't help it; he started to laugh.