Voicemail ~ Mask or Menace

[faithfulson]

Skywalker here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

Comments

[bespin]

I suppose you're right. And that's the campaign platform I tried to run on.

But in the end, people decided they'd rather have a leader than a businessman.

[faithfulson]

Yeah.

She seems like a competent leader, but don't let that tell you you're not the same, Lando.

[bespin]

Maybe. But for now I'm happy to go back to just leading my employees while they move boxes.

[faithfulson]

How has that been going? Still looking for help?

[bespin]

I could always use an extra set of hands.

Or... you know. The Force.

[faithfulson]

[ L A N D O ]

Is that supposed to be a hint?

[bespin]

I don't know, was that you volunteering just now?

I'm kidding. I wouldn't say no if you wanted some extra work, but I know a Jedi probably has better things to do.

[faithfulson]

It's not like I'm constantly meditating on a rock or anything.

[ Seriously, Lando, he is bad at meditating. ]

If you need an extra hand, let me know. I can pitch in every now and then.

[bespin]

Thanks, kid. I appreciate the offer. I'll try to only call you for the more interesting jobs.

[faithfulson]

Interesting?
Does that translate to chance of personal injury, or the thing being moved is interesting?

[bespin]

Now Luke, you're not implying that I would put my employees in harm's way, are you?

[faithfulson]

Not intentionally, no.

[ ...but Lando is Han's friend; trouble seems to follow the both of them like they're magnets. ]

[bespin]

You don't have to worry about that. I have workman's compensation insurance.

[faithfulson]

That's reassuring?

[ He thinks?! ]

[bespin]

This planet has a lot stricter labor laws than the Empire. You won't see any untenable working conditions on my watch.

[faithfulson]

That is reassuring then.