I'm fairly certain Jabba the Hutt "helped" me at the DMV today.
While there was a "woman" with braids in her hair nearby, she was no Carrie Fisher,
so I wasn't too worried that I had transported into a 20 year old George Lucas film. But Jabba was so rude and
robotic, that I wanted to stab him with my Bic.
I won't go into the details. Too soon, too raw.