The freak show...
"That's right, ladies and gentlemen! GamorrCare is going on the road!" three holonet droids continued to swirl throughout the small, local hall in Corellia's business district. Three potential customers sat in silence, there large arms folded neatly over there bulging waste-lines. One nodded his pig-head, and smirked, his yellow teeth bulging from his slimy lips.
The Quarren speaker continued. "In three days time, we hope that a potential doner will step forward with a ship large enough to carry a staff of two hundred, and a crowd of over three hundred."
<img align="left" src="http://mywebpages.comcast.net/011311/Model.gif"> "Accompanied by the local nine-eighty-two Hutt modeling agency, the GamorrCare dental unit will be making stops in planetary systems such as Nal Hutta, and Ylesia." as the Quarren spoke, three Hutt females slithered onto the stage, menacing smiles, and leathery tongues in action. "Shake ya fat! Watch yourself! Shake ya fat! Show em' who you're workin' with!"
The three Gamorrean's roared with laughter, and cheers as the hutt's began vigorously vibrating, the fat beneath there leathery skin resembling the oceans of Mon Calamari. The Quarren speaker made a rude gesture, and grabbed one of them by the tale. "They're lovely, aren't they gentlemen? How'd you like to see that while one of our
specialists are working on you. Pumping there equipment throughout those vast yellow holes that have plagued you for so long!"
"Among other models," he continued as the Hutts slithered off stage into a moist mudbath "the Max Rebo band will be making an appearance, accompanied by the lucious
Sy Snootles, preforming Lapti Nek in the dinner hall."
The hutt models in the background seductivly ran the smooth, black texture of the raw sewage mubbath over there breasts, seductivul at first to attract the attention of the Gamorrean men that had listened so patiently to the Quarren speaker. It had become a strange sort of freak show, Quarren, Gamorrean, Hutt... it could only get better. And it did.
Three Twi-Lek exotic dancers burst from the crimson drapes behind the Quarren, rubbing there blue, and green bodies across him. He rolled his eyes.
He knew only one thing.... he better get paid good for this...
<font size=-2>[Note: Sorry, I can't think of anything more dirty. Hutt models are my limit. Good luck to everyone that applys for this ship!]</font>
