Bad Redneck Influence

A scare I had today. Word I received that being held by one of the Hutts, Kenobi was. Quickly to Tatooine I rushed. Ready to throw down and mount a major rescue I was. Into Jabba the Hutt's lair I barged, with lightsaber drawn. Droids left and right I destroyed. Easily past the idiots who work for him I got. "Alright, Jabba, futile resistance is! My Jedi hand over, or prepare for a major butt-whooping, you should!" "Here no Jedi is," in Huttese, Jabba said, "Looking for Obi-Wan Kenobi you are? Hanging out he is with my loser redneck brother, Bubba the Hutt:" Tell the difference between the Hutts I cannot. Like giant boogers with faces on them they all look. Anyway, over to Mos Eisley Estates Trailer Park I rushed, to make sure that alright Kenobi was. Just hanging out they were, watching fishing shows while pork rinds they were eating and cheap beer they were drinking. Bubba the Hutt said, "Hey little feller, come on in here and sit down. We were just about to turn on a monster truck show. Getcha a beer. You want some of this here chewin' tobacco?" Then, in a paper cup he spit. "Kenobi, coming with me you are, right now!" I said. I hope that too late I was not. Need this kind of influence Kenobi does not.