Izzed Gigrig
Officially the Worst
A Duros lays motionless, face down in the sand of Tatooine. He appears dead in the middle of the desert sands. The Two suns begin to rise on the horizon.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Izzed Gigrig, the Duros pushes himself up off the ground with a start and looks around. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He screams again.
He stops screaming and smacks his dry lips and makes a puttering noise, "Uh where the kriff am I?" His eyes narrow to slits, "Hmmm who the kriff am I?" He rubs his bald head, "I'm Izzed Gigrig and I have a problem? I have a problem..... hmmm what is my problem?"
Izzed strokes his chin, "I GOT IT! I'M A SPICE ADDICT!" He shouts into the vast nothingness of the desert. He laughs, "Ah yes... I'm a spice addict."
He scratches his cheek, "Man I should sure go for some spice right about now..." He chews on his lip nervously then pats his clothes and checks all his pockets. No spice.
"KRIIIIIIFFFFFFFF!" He shouts into the morning sky.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Izzed Gigrig, the Duros pushes himself up off the ground with a start and looks around. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" He screams again.
He stops screaming and smacks his dry lips and makes a puttering noise, "Uh where the kriff am I?" His eyes narrow to slits, "Hmmm who the kriff am I?" He rubs his bald head, "I'm Izzed Gigrig and I have a problem? I have a problem..... hmmm what is my problem?"
Izzed strokes his chin, "I GOT IT! I'M A SPICE ADDICT!" He shouts into the vast nothingness of the desert. He laughs, "Ah yes... I'm a spice addict."
He scratches his cheek, "Man I should sure go for some spice right about now..." He chews on his lip nervously then pats his clothes and checks all his pockets. No spice.
"KRIIIIIIFFFFFFFF!" He shouts into the morning sky.